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Sweet & Bitter Magic by [Adrienne Tooley]

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In this charming debut fantasy perfect for fans of Sorcery of Thorns and Girls of Paper and Fire, a witch cursed to never love meets a girl hiding her own dangerous magic, and the two strike a dangerous bargain to save their queendom.

Tamsin is the most powerful witch of her generation. But after committing the worst magical sin, she’s exiled by the ruling Coven and cursed with the inability to love. The only way she can get those feelings back—even for just a little while—is to steal love from others.

Wren is a source—a rare kind of person who is made of magic, despite being unable to use it herself. Sources are required to train with the Coven as soon as they discover their abilities, but Wren—the only caretaker to her ailing father—has spent her life hiding her secret.

When a magical plague ravages the queendom, Wren’s father falls victim. To save him, Wren proposes a bargain: if Tamsin will help her catch the dark witch responsible for creating the plague, then Wren will give Tamsin her love for her father.

Of course, love bargains are a tricky thing, and these two have a long, perilous journey ahead of them—that is, if they don’t kill each other first.

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"An especially slow-burn romance, as Tamsin’s curse prevents her from feeling, but the buildup allows for deeper character development and a very satisfying conclusion. Tooley’s debut skillfully and subtly emphasizes the consequences of prioritizing power above people and the environment while the friction between regular people and magic-bearers poignantly echoes the fear and rejection queer people, who are accepted in this world, often face in ours.... Thoughtful, ambitious, and unexpected." (Kirkus )

About the Author

Adrienne Tooley grew up in Southern California, majored in musical theater in Pittsburgh, and now lives in Brooklyn with her wife, six guitars, and a banjo. In addition to writing novels, she is a singer/songwriter who has currently released three indie-folk EPs. She’s the author of Sweet & Bitter Magic and Sofi & the Bone Song. You can find her online at AdrienneTooley.com.

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Gr 7 Up-Tooley's debut is a slow burn, enemies-to-lovers romance between heroines as they embark on a quest to find the source of the dark magic destroying the world. Seventeen-year-old Wren has sacrificed her entire life to keeping her bedridden father alive. When she learns the local witch, Tamsin, has paid her in fake coins, she is furious. Wren's avoided Tamsin to keep her own powerful connection to magic hidden, but when a plague of dark magic strikes her father and he loses his memories, Wren makes a bargain with Tamsin to go after the dark witch together. Tamsin is hesitant to return to the world of her fellow witches after her own brush with dark magic cost Tamsin her twin sister and resulted in her banishment. Though well written and paced, this novel turns stilted as it reaches the climax and falls on expository dialogue to tie up plot threads. Many well-read fantasy readers may feel that it ends too easily despite the deft twists in the plot. Tooley tackles topics like self-worth, sacrifice, and forgiveness from multiple angles with her characters, and brings those arcs to satisfactory conclusions. With high stakes and a wonderfully developed romance, Tooley's characters carry the adventure to its rather anticlimactic ending. Wren and Tamsin have pale skin. VERDICT A secondary purchase, this novel will appeal to younger readers who have tired of fantasies built on warfare. A good choice for fans looking for readalikes to Melissa Bashardoust's Girl, Serpent, Thorn.-Emmy Neal, Lake Forest Lib., ILα(c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted. --This text refers to the hardcover edition.

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Chapter One: Tamsin ONE TAMSIN
The salt was dull on Tamsin’s tongue. The mild spice had meant something to her once, had made a difference when sprinkled with a deft hand on her boiled eggs or her smoked fish. Now it tasted like everything else, in that it tasted like despair, like the whisper of a faraway fire. Like the rest of her stale, wasted life.

The woman was staring at Tamsin expectantly. Tamsin shook her head. “The salt from your tears is useless to me.” She forced the small brown pouch back into the trembling woman’s hand.

“But my nursemaid said… this is the same price she paid the witch in Wells.” The woman’s eyes looked ready to spill more salt.

Tamsin blinked, her face blank as a slate. “Go to the witch in Wells, then.”

She knew the woman wouldn’t. Tamsin was twelve times more powerful than the witch in Wells, and everyone, including the simpering woman standing before her, knew it.

The woman’s eyes grew wide. “But my child.”

She held out the unmoving bundle in her arms. Tamsin ignored it, turning toward the fireplace, which had been stoked to a blazing roar despite the midsummer heat. The flames danced merrily. Mockingly. The fire did nothing to shake the chill in Tamsin’s bones. She pulled her shawl tighter, swept her long hair around her, but it made not a single bit of difference. She was freezing.

The fire crackled. The woman wept. Tamsin waited.

“Please.” The woman’s voice caught at the end of the word, her plea transformed into a cough, a desperate whimper. “Please save my son.”

But Tamsin did not turn. The woman was so close—so close to uttering the three words Tamsin needed to hear.

“I’ll do anything.”

Tamsin’s lips curled. She turned, gesturing for the woman to hand over the bundle of blankets. The woman hesitated, eyes darting nervously over the objects assembled on Tamsin’s cluttered wooden table: hazy, sharp-edged crystals; bundles of sage and lavender tied with white string; thick, leather-bound books with creamy, black-inked pages.

Tamsin needed none of those things, of course. Witches themselves were the vessels, intermediaries siphoning natural magic from the world around them and nudging it in the right direction.

Still, in her nearly five years serving the townspeople of Ladaugh, Tamsin had found that most of them felt more at ease in her cottage when they had something concrete to focus on. Something that wasn’t her.

The baby didn’t stir when he was transferred from his mother’s arms to Tamsin’s. Tamsin used a finger to push aside the blanket obscuring his tiny face. He was a sickly yellow gray, the color stark against Tamsin’s pale skin. His little body was so feverish she could almost feel its heat. His temperature was much too high for his tiny heart to handle.

Tamsin murmured a few soft nonsense words to the child. Then she glanced up at his mother, almost as if she had forgotten.

“Oh. My payment.” Tamsin tried to situate her face in such a way to appear casual. Apologetic. “I’ll simply need you to part with some of your love.”

She considered the two children before her. Although the woman had braved Tamsin’s cottage out of devotion to her son, the emotional bond between mother and daughter had existed for two additional years. That level of unconditional love would last Tamsin much longer than a bond to a child barely three months old.

“The love for your daughter would be best.” Tamsin gestured to the little girl, who was examining the crystals with wide, thoughtful eyes.

The woman blanched, her face turning nearly as gray as her son’s. “You cannot be serious.”

Tamsin shrugged, rocking the baby gently. “I’m afraid those are my terms. Surely you’ve heard whispers at the market.”

She did her best not to waver. It was just as unconscionable a request as the woman’s face reflected. Other witches worked for the price of a baby’s laugh, for fresh bread, for a new pewter cauldron. Yet love was Tamsin’s price.

It was the only way to defy the curse that had been placed upon her nearly five years prior.

Tamsin could no longer love, and therefore was doomed never to feel any of the joys life had to offer. She could only get a glimpse of what she had lost by taking love from another. If she held tight—and the person’s love was pure—it was enough to give her a few moments of feeling. To experience the warmth of the world despite the cold uselessness of her heart.

The woman’s eyes had gone blank, and when she spoke, it was softly, as if to herself. “They warned me, but I couldn’t believe a young woman could be so cruel. So cold.”

“That sounds like a personal problem.” Tamsin shifted the baby to her other arm. She knew the townspeople talked about her, hurriedly exchanging whispers and angry words as they waited at the butcher’s stall for their paper-wrapped packages. Still, Tamsin knew the woman would pay. In the end, people always paid.

“I’d rather seek out a sprite.” The woman’s voice was ragged through her tears. “The river is only two days’ walk.”

Tamsin snorted. That was the trouble with ordinary folk. They loved magic, but they were frightfully flippant about the consequences. They’d trade a cow for a handful of magic seeds. They would offer up their voice to a mermaid in exchange for a smaller nose. They would seek out the trolls that lurked beneath bridges in the swampy Southlands, hoping to be granted a wish. But there was always a price for their impulsivity—the seeds bloomed flowers that sang incessantly, the new nose was always running, and trolls, who were notoriously indifferent to nuance, tended to misinterpret intention.

The only way to ensure that a magical request was balanced, legal, and properly interpreted was to barter with a witch. Since the Year of Darkness—a time still spoken of in hushed whispers despite the nearly thirty years that had passed—relations between witches and ordinary folk had been closely regulated by both the Coven and the queen to ensure the safety of the ordinary folk and the responsibility of the witch.

Tamsin, despite having been expelled from the academy and banished from the witches’ land, Within, was not exempt from that responsibility. If anything, her isolation and her curse were added reminders that magic had consequences. It was a blessing that Tamsin was allowed to practice village magic. It was a mercy that she was even alive.

Of course, it rarely felt like a mercy. But that was probably because the Coven had made it so she could not feel at all.

“If you want to take your chances with a sprite, by all means, let one give your baby gills,” Tamsin said with a shrug, offering the woman the bundle in her arms. “But you and I both know your child won’t make it through the night.”

The woman deflated. She shook her head, then grabbed for the girl, who had toddled forward toward Tamsin’s table of knickknacks. The girl squirmed in protest. Tamsin cooed emptily at the unmoving baby.

The mother held her daughter firmly by the shoulders, staring tenderly at the little girl’s pinched, reddening face. Then the woman’s head snapped up. “Take my love for my husband.” Her eyes were wild, focused on something far away. “Please.”

Tamsin sighed, long and loud. People always tried to exchange romantic love for unconditional love, as though the two were interchangeable. But there was a significant difference. Conditional love was fickle. Often it fizzled and stalled, burning out so quickly that Tamsin hardly got more than a handful of uses from it. A mother’s love for her child, however, could last her several months if she rationed it carefully.

A child for a child. Tamsin thought it fair. But the woman felt otherwise. Her eyes were as fiery as the flames roaring in Tamsin’s hearth.

“Take it,” she said, advancing toward the witch, who was still cradling the child. “I give it to you willingly. Please”—her eyes blazed—“I beg of you. Take it. You must.”

Tamsin took an inadvertent step backward, nearly tripping over an empty basket. She recovered quickly, both her balance and her impassive expression.

“How long have you been married?”

The woman furrowed her brow in confusion. “Three winters.”

Tamsin considered it. Longer relationships often bore more fruitful love, but there was always a chance that the love between the couple had begun to sour or turn stale. Shorter relationships were riskier: They carried less romantic weight but could provide a similar bounty if the couple in question radiated passion.

The woman had been married for three years. She had two children and, if Tamsin wasn’t mistaken, another on the way. Clearly, it wasn’t for lack of trying.

Sensing a lapse in her mother’s attention, the little girl squirmed out of her grip and wrapped a tiny, plump hand around the quartz sitting on the table’s edge. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she cradled it in her palm.

The woman lunged forward, flinging the quartz from her daughter’s hand without touching it herself. It clattered to the floor near the stone hearth. The little girl let out a loud wail and scampered toward the crystal. But the mother was quicker, scooping her daughter into her arms. The girl continued to struggle, pounding at her mother with her tiny fists.

Tamsin felt a rush of appreciation for the little girl’s resolve. She reminded Tamsin of Marlena. Headstrong. Curious. Impossible to wrangle. The memory made her blood run even colder. Carved a desperate, aching hole in her useless heart.

“Fine,” she snapped, cursing herself inwardly the moment the word slipped through her lips. It appeared that her most recent store of love—a crush on the smith’s apprentice given in exchange for a spool of unbreakable thread—hadn’t run out the way she’d thought. She’d had one small ounce of compassion left in her. And, thanks to her ever-present guilt, she’d wasted it on a squalling two-year-old.

Whatever Tamsin had felt, it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. She watched impassively as the woman fell to her knees, sobbing no longer with anguish but with relief.

“Get up,” Tamsin said, her voice sharp.

The woman did.

Tamsin gestured for the woman to come closer. The mother took several hesitant steps, eyes wide like a startled deer. Tamsin covered the remaining distance quickly and placed her hand over the woman’s heart. The mother squirmed beneath her touch.

“Think of him,” Tamsin commanded.

The woman closed her eyes. Tamsin kept her gaze steady on the woman’s face. The palm of her hand grew warm. The woman’s love ran up Tamsin’s arm and into her bloodstream. The room began to brighten—the greens of her freshly gathered herbs were bright and waxy; their sharp scents wafted through the afternoon air, tickling the inside of her nose. Tamsin’s spirits rose as she reveled in the warmth spreading through her body, into her bones.

She had already started to waste it.

Her hand still on the woman, Tamsin focused on the love running through her, sending it to her center. She ushered it carefully to her chest, where her heart sat empty, good for nothing but keeping a steady beat.

Tamsin tucked the love into the left-hand corner of her rib cage, trying to corral it as best she could—although, of course, love could never truly be controlled. It was like trying to trap flies in a birdcage. All Tamsin could do was try to keep her wits about her and stay as levelheaded as possible so that the love would only be used when she chose to access it. She could not afford another slip of compassion. Not when customers were already so few and far between.

When she was quite certain everything was properly secured, Tamsin removed her hand. The room darkened, the scent faded, and the chill returned, settling into her body familiarly, like a cat in a favorite chair. The woman had gone ashen and expressionless.

“Now, then.” Tamsin returned her attention to the child in her arms. Seven times she swept a finger from his tiny forehead down the bridge of his nose, over his lips, and past his chin. Magic flowed from her finger, spreading slowly through the tiny life she cradled. The cottage was silent, save for Tamsin’s whispers and the crackling of the flames.

Then the bundle twitched.

Tamsin removed her finger, breaking the stream of magic. The baby’s skin was no longer gray but the soft brown of his mother’s. Two tiny pink spots spread across his cheeks. He opened his mouth, letting loose a screech so loud Tamsin’s head began to scream in response.

The woman let go of her struggling daughter and rushed forward, all but ripping her son from Tamsin’s arms. She cradled her screaming baby close, tears falling from her face.

Tamsin had quite preferred the child when he was quiet, but the mother seemed pleased. She thanked Tamsin in a babbling, wet whirlwind before taking her daughter by the hand and rushing from the hut.

Tamsin slumped into a hard-backed wooden chair and eased off her leather boots. She rolled out her ankles, wincing as they cracked. Her head was pounding, and her littlest toe ached.

It was, Tamsin knew, a truly mild price to pay for the magic she had just performed. Most witches her age would have been bedridden for days after untangling and extracting such a severe sickness from another person’s body. Of course, most witches her age were still at the academy, where they weren’t allowed to perform such a spell at all.

No other young witch was as powerful as Tamsin, but then, no other witch had been cursed and banished from the world Within, either. No other witch had spent her seventeenth birthday cooing emptily over a baby, trying not to shrink beneath the hateful eyes of his mother.

For it was her birthday, the first day of what was supposed to be the most important year of her life. Seventeen was the age witches graduated from the academy. It marked the year they could decide their destiny—to stay Within and serve the Coven, or to go beyond the Wood and live among the ordinary folk.

Tamsin had always dreaded her seventeenth birthday, because while she had only ever wanted to stay Within, her sister, Marlena, had only ever wanted to leave.

In the end, good-bye had come much sooner than she’d expected.

Once Tamsin had been relegated to Ladaugh, a provincial farming town in the ordinary world beyond the Wood, seventeen became nothing more than a number. Now it was merely a reminder that she had been on her own for nearly five years and a disgrace for even longer.

Tamsin smacked her palm against the smooth wooden table. She hated herself for her power. No good had ever come from it. If she weren’t so desperate to take a break from the swirling gloom in her head and the emptiness of her heart, she might have hung up her cloak altogether. But in order to feel, Tamsin needed love. And casting spells for ordinary folk was the only way to get it.

The pain in her temple pounding a steady rhythm against her brain, Tamsin pushed herself begrudgingly to her feet, ladled water from her drinking bucket into her iron kettle, and set the kettle over the fire to heat. She pried the wooden shutters away from her lone window and peered outside. The sun was sinking in the sky. Several people on the path to the square pointed upward in awe. Tamsin slammed the shutters closed. She had loved sunsets once. Now, no matter the hour, the sky was a singularly unremarkable gray. The colors she’d once delighted in were dilapidated and dull.

The kettle howled, as piercing as the baby’s cry. As her long fingers plucked dried leaves of feverfew and buds of chamomile from the bundles hung above her sink, Tamsin thought idly of the reunion the woman would have with her husband that night. At first he’d be confused by her disinterest. Then hurt. Then resigned. Tomorrow he’d spread stories about the witch, threaten to storm her cottage—to kill her, even.

Tamsin wasn’t concerned. People were always shooting dark looks and whispers her way each time she ventured into town. There were slighted lovers who lingered outside her front gate a moment too long, but who fled the moment she opened her front door.

Tamsin was still but a girl. That alone was nearly enough to scare them away. Her reputation did the rest.

Using a pestle to grind the leaves, Tamsin diminished the herbs and petals to dust. She shook the pieces carefully into a scrap of cheesecloth, which she tossed into her mug and submerged in boiling water. She didn’t want to give the dregs a chance to settle in the bottom of the cup. She didn’t want to give herself the chance to read them.

She sank into the chair next to the fire, the soles of her feet dangerously close to the dancing flame. Tamsin shifted slightly. Even if she placed her feet directly into the embers, she would get none of its welcome warmth. She would garner nothing but blistering pain.

Steam billowed from the mug in her hands, the tea’s phantom heat teasing her frozen bones as it caressed her cheek. She felt nothing. She took a sip of the tea. It tasted of nothing, with a lingering hint of bog water.

She didn’t know why she bothered.

Tamsin dumped the tea onto the fire, and the flames sputtered for a second before returning to their dance. She rolled her eyes. The motion forced her attention back toward the thundering in her head, which was worsened by an incessant pounding on her front door.

Tamsin scrutinized the door suspiciously. Sunset marked the end of her business hours, and since most people in Ladaugh either resented her or feared her, she wasn’t often the subject of social calls.

She strode forward and unhitched the small window at the top of the door to peer out at the intruder. A small boy, no older than seven or eight, shifted his weight nervously from one bare foot to the other. Probably a pawn in another of the farmer’s son’s pranks. The farmer’s son was a stupid boy, always trying to one-up the witch for bragging rights. He never succeeded.

She swung the door open, glowering expectantly at the child. “What?”

The poor boy looked as though he wished the earth would swallow him whole. While Tamsin could have arranged that, instead she waited for him to speak.

“Pardon, ma’am,” the boy squeaked.

“Miss,” Tamsin snapped, putting a hand to her still-pounding head. The boy looked at her questioningly. “I am not your mother. You will address me as miss.”

The boy’s eyes widened, and he bobbed his head quickly. “Miss?”

Tamsin drew herself up to her full height and nodded her assent.

“Two of Her Majesty’s riders are in the town square.” The boy spoke quickly, his words crashing into one another. “They’ve called a meeting. Everyone is to come immediately.” He finished with a hiccup, stumbling to catch his breath. He bounced on his toes, clearly anxious to move on.

“And they told you to summon the witch?” Tamsin raised a dark eyebrow.

The boy’s eyes were so wide they nearly fell out of his head. “No, ma’am.” He gasped at his error. “Miss. They just said get everyone, and quick.”

Tamsin laughed humorlessly. “Very well. Message received.” She waved her hand. “Go on, then.” The boy’s face slumped in relief. He was out of the garden before Tamsin had shut the door.

A town meeting. How quaint. There was nothing the queen had to say that interested her. Whatever the news, it would work its way through town four times over before the moon had settled in the sky. She would surely hear of it tomorrow from no less than six separate individuals when she went to the market for her eggs.

Perhaps there was yet another royal ball—the southern duke’s son was close to marrying age by now and had rejected every lord and lady the Queendom of Carrow had to offer. That, or the ogres had finally found their way around the strongholds erected between the Wastelands and the East.

Whatever the news, it was of no consequence to Tamsin. Despite the fact that Queen Mathilde’s relationship with the Coven’s current High Councillor had held strong for nearly twenty years, Tamsin could not find it in her to care about the politics of the world Beyond.

She scratched her left forearm, where the Coven’s sigil was supposed to be. The skin, mottled and burned where the mark had been stripped from her, was a reminder of what she had done.

A reminder of whom she had lost.

Tamsin gave a strangled cry, sweeping her arm across her cluttered tabletop, relishing the chaos and clatter of her belongings tumbling to the stone floor. A crystal splintered. Her mug shattered, scattering chunks of hardened clay across the room. Loose papers floated into the fire, the flames devouring the dark ink until the words no longer existed.

She hated her cottage. It was a small, suffocating disaster. It wasn’t home. Nothing about Ladaugh was home.

Tamsin’s hand moved instinctively to her heart.

It was her birthday, after all. It couldn’t hurt to use a little bit of love. Just for a moment of peace. Tamsin’s curse left her with nothing but guilt and regret. Her existence was lifeless—a banished witch relegated to lowering fevers in babies and aiding this year’s corn crop. She’d had so much potential. Could have been so much more if she hadn’t been so impulsive. So careless. So desperate.

Now Tamsin was nothing but bitter and dark and cold—always so impossibly cold.

Pressing her hand harder against her chest, Tamsin closed her eyes and unraveled the knot inside her. She siphoned out the smallest pinch of the woman’s love for her husband. Immediately she was flooded with warmth. She shrugged off her shawl and moved lazily through the house, her long homespun skirt tickling her toes, her fingers trailing across the cloudlike quilt, her palms pressing against the smooth edges of her crystals. She rummaged through several unmarked jars for a cinnamon stick, then brought it to her nose and inhaled the sharp spice’s subtle nuttiness.

She rushed to the window and pried away the shutters again, her heart catching in her throat as she glimpsed the tail end of the sunset—the sharp reds fading into golds streaked with pinks that turned blue black. She was using too much, was wasting her supply on little frivolities, but she needed to do one last thing before she cut herself off. Before she squirreled the love away for when she needed it most.

Tamsin shuttered the window and turned to the table. She took a pinch of seasoning from a small leather sack and sprinkled several tiny grains on the tip of her tongue.

The salt tasted tangy and bright.
--This text refers to the hardcover edition.

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Publisher ‏ : ‎ Margaret K. McElderry Books (March 9, 2021)
Publication date ‏ : ‎ March 9, 2021
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Shae

Magical to say the least!

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on June 3, 2023

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This book was so visual and well detailed. I also loved the contrast of characters. I only wish that the book wasn’t finished and that I could rewind time to read it for the first time yet again!

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Introspective fantasy in an interesting magical world with a solid f/f romance

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I expected this to be your average fantasy romp, with 2 enemies/rivals forced to work together on a quest, etc.
I did not expect this to be an in-depth character study of the multiple female characters--the 2 main characters, plus (perhaps indirectly) Tamsin's sister and mother. If you are interested in complicated family relationships and emotional growth as much as the charming fantasy setting, then I highly recommend this book to you!

The POV characters engage in a lot of introspection, so the default base plot of "quest through a fantastical realm to fight the enemy" is experienced less through physical senses and more through the emotional and psychological journeys of these characters. I can understand this might not be to everyone's taste, as it can make the story feel a bit slow or heavy at times, but for me it really brought the characters to life in a way that doesn't often happen. The plot twists also hit harder thanks to the emotional context the reader has, and the final climax really paid off as a result of the emotional investment I had by that point of the book.

The introspective, psychological nature of the story is really its strength. Tamsin's curse, to me, read very much what depression can feel like, with life drained of all joy and color. Wren's anxieties about her true nature, about chasing her dreams, and about being a good daughter, are also deeply relatable. Both characters also carry a lot of guilt, be it of different varieties, and the reader can see where Wren and Tamsin might have a lot in common well before the characters realize it themselves, which really contributes to the slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance.

I would also like to note that the setting is very interesting, a world where magic and things from our fairytales are real and commonplace, but also dangerous. The realm of the witches also plays with a lot of "magic school" tropes without really focusing on them, but using them to add flavor to the world (e.g. magical tea cups! I love them!) or highlighting the darker sides as part of the plot (e.g., what happens to academic overachievers pushed by parents to the point of burnout...but in a magical setting?). Sometimes I wished we could learn more about the world, but the subtle worldbuilding left a lot of mystery that I also found very charming.

The emotional depth of the main characters made me yearn to know more about mysterious minor characters that don't get this treatment (I am thinking in particular of a certain bone army leader), so I hope that perhaps the author will one day share more companion stories set in this world. The novel is, however, wonderfully complete in itself, with no cliffhanger to leave you dangling at the end.

Overall, this is an emotionally rich story, with strong and intriguing female characters, and deep and compelling relationships (romantic and non-romantic), all in a charming world full of mystery and wonder. I very much enjoyed it and hope others will give it a try as well.

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lovely enemies to lovers

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on April 28, 2021

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3.75 Stars
This is a debut sapphic YA magical fantasy story. The is out of my normal genre of contemporary romance so take this review with a grain of salt. “Sweet & Bitter Magic” is about Tamsin, who is a witch, who is banished from her life with the Coven and cursed to not feel love. Wren, a magical source, has had to hide the magic within her so she can take care of her ill father, who hates magic.
So, I really liked and enjoyed “Sweet & Bitter Magic” overall but it fell a little flat in a couple of areas that made me not love it. I thought the romance was very sweet and both Tamsin and Wren were likable in their own ways. Tamsin isn’t very kind in the beginning. Her ability to feel love has been taken away so she requires payment of love from villagers who want her spells. While this is a harsh payment, I felt that she could’ve done a lot worse seeing as how she feels no love at all. Wren is just trying to take care of her father. She loves him and wants to do her duty as a good daughter but has always had to hide that she’s full of magic. She has the ability to smell and see magic and she can supply witches with the magic they need.
While I thought the romance was sweet, I was a little disappointed it wasn’t deeper. This starts out enemies-to-lovers and then the two are forced to work together. Over the rather short time of them being together it seems their feelings do a 180 without much to support the shift, in my opinion. I totally shipped them together but I would’ve liked to see more depth to the relationship.
My other “disappointment” was that the villain ended up being predictable and I thought the resolution was quick. There seemed to be a lot more depth Tooley could’ve gone into to really make this a great story but just kind of skimmed over certain parts.
Overall, I enjoyed this a lot and I would definitely recommend.

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Lovely Story.

Reviewed in the United States 🇺🇸 on December 27, 2022

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Well written young adult love story. Avoids the "very long hike" trope sucessfully. I liked the magic system, and the world created. Innocent love, and sweet.

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Paulina

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Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on September 26, 2022

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This books has a really interesting set up for the plot. A witch who can't love or feel any positive emotions, going on an adventure with a sunshine of a person. It could have been a great story. Unfortunately it really didn't work for me. I think the writing was rather simple, the characters were mostly pretty flat and I didn't feel like we could really experience feelings between the characters changing that much. It never felt like an organically developing relationship but rather like we had to hit certain beats once we reached far enough in the story. I struggled with trying to get the book to hold my attention long enough to actually finish it but I didn't want to dnf it either. The ending, as with the rest of the story, was simple and predictable. I do admit it felt like a very young YA book so maybe I just wasn't the right audience for it.

Ace

Phenomenally good, I can't put it down

Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on March 29, 2021

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I read this entire book on the day it arrived and I've read it again twice since. I couldn't put it down, and I can't believe this is the first book by that author, it's absolutely fantastic.
The story is perfectly crafted, not some crap where you guess how it will end before you open the cover.
The gay is exactly the right amount, there is no crappy coming out story, just two women falling in love.
I honestly couldn't stop reading it, I love itand the author of this book is an absolute genius.

I cannot wait for more.

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Sweet and bitter magic

Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on November 27, 2021

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I felt like this book lacked a lot of things such as the enemies to lovers arch. For me it felt like one minute they didn't like each other the next they did and one minute random was horrible the next week was saying she's sweet. Also the plot twists would.just happen they didn't really take me by surprise at all

Eri

Enjoyed this!

Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on January 16, 2023

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Sweet, finding your heart lgbt love story.

Briony

Beautiful romance novel

Reviewed in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 on August 24, 2021

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This novel is beautifully written and magic adds a touch of both fantasy and adventure. Great for teens and adults alike.

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