Incredibly entertaining but left me with too many unanswered questions.
Pepper and Jack are two teenagers leading a viral twitter war between Big League Burger (a massive fast-food chain) and Girl Cheesing (a humble mom-and-pop deli).
The claim: Big League Burger’s new grilled cheese is a direct rip off of Girl Cheesing’s age-old family recipe.
As the war becomes more and more heated, Pepper and Jack struggle to balance their personal lives–a mix of anonymous chatrooms, college applications, and their newly budding friendship–with their commitment to protecting their family name.
Review (No Spoilers)
I remember hearing about Tweet Cute from a twitter thread where the OP asked for recommendations for books with both the anonymous-chatting trope and the hate-to-love trope. Someone immediately suggested Tweet Cute. Unfortunately, for both me and OP, this person must have been reading an ARC because Tweet Cute hadn’t yet been released.
I did what I usually do and I put the released date on my Google Calendar to remind myself to buy it later. Long story short, I completely forgot about it and didn’t pay attention to my Google Calendar (oops!). Thankfully, Goodreads sent me an email about it so thank you Goodreads!
The book started well enough and by the halfway point, I was completely convinced that it was going to be a 4.5/5 star book. I liked the plot and loved the MCs but I was mildly annoyed by the writing. I felt as if I was constantly reading phrases like “and suddenly, all my anger melted away” or “and just like that, I wanted to tell her everything”, and it was making me feel like Emma Lord was tossing aside issues to avoid having to write about them.
I pushed aside my annoyance and decided to just wait until the end of the book for resolution. And as a result, I was really enjoying myself. I laughed out loud several times (Grandma Belly was absolutely amazing and we don’t deserve her) and I even had the urge to sacrifice myself to protect Jack and Pepper from everything the world was throwing at them.
As I made my way to the ending, I forgot all about the issues I had with the writing because I was completely obsessed with finding the answer to the plot’s biggest question–was the recipe actually stolen? But what ended up happening was that once I got my answer, I had even more questions. I kept holding out for the end of the book to give me the answers I needed, but it never did.
So now, I’m basically stuck here making up a bunch of conspiracy theories while hoping Emma Lord writes another book about these characters.