Book Review: The Book of Ivy by Amy Engel
When I first stumbled upon The Book of Ivy, I was captivated by its premise: a post-apocalyptic world where arranged marriages tie the fates of two warring families. The enigmatic cover hinted at a story of rebellion, love, and sacrifice—how could I resist? Amy Engel’s debut novel didn’t just meet my expectations; it shattered them, leaving me breathless and eager for more.
Set fifty years after a devastating nuclear war, the society Engel crafts is steeped in tension, where the Westfalls and Lattimers, two factionsrepresenting conflict and loss, maintain a fragile peace through a yearly marriage ritual. Our protagonist, Ivy Westfall, carries more than just her family’s desperation on her shoulders—she’s tasked with an assassination. Her target? The charming Presidential son, Bishop Lattimer, who may be more than the cruel antagonist she was raised to believe in.
One of the standout elements of Engel’s writing is her ability to weave complex emotional threads. Ivy is a beautifully flawed character, navigating loyalty to her family while grappling with her growing feelings for Bishop. Engel’s portrayal of Ivy’s internal conflict is poignant, and there were moments that resonated deeply with me as she wrestled with loyalty, morality, and the breathless rush of first love. This examination of identity—how much is shaped by family and surroundings versus personal choice—echoed in the quiet moments Ivy and Bishop shared.
The slow-burn romance was executed flawlessly, moving beyond the typical tropes of rebellious love. The chemistry between Ivy and Bishop isn’t forced; it’s a gradual wave, building as they reveal their truths to one another. Engel tantalizingly allows us to witness Ivy’s shifting perceptions of Bishop, encapsulated perfectly in Ivy’s reflection: “I know there’s a space inside me, however small, that belongs to Bishop now.” This simple yet profound line meditates on the theme of connection in a world oddly designed to keep them apart.
Engel’s writing flows with clarity and intent, making the dystopian landscape come alive. The pacing was well-balanced, with enough tension to keep my heart racing while allowing for moments of introspection that deepened my connection to the characters. The beautifully crafted world, however, doesn’t stray too far into exposition, allowing readers to piece together the societal constructs as Ivy herself navigates her harsh reality.
As I turned the final pages, I felt a stirring of anticipation and urgency—Engel’s cliffhanger left me with a craving for the sequel that I hadn’t anticipated. This book is a strong foundation for what’s to come, an exploration of rebellion not just against authority but against the narratives that shape our identities.
For those who revel in strong, complex female leads, layered romances, and thought-provoking dystopian tales, The Book of Ivy is a must-read. Engel’s storytelling pulls you in, reflects on the human experience, and stays with you long after the last page is turned. While waiting for the follow-up feels nearly unbearable, I am left contemplating the intricate questions of power, love, and familial loyalty—an exploration that lingers like a well-loved melody. If you enjoy narratives rich in emotional depth and character-driven plots, dive into Ivy’s world. You won’t regret it.
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