Ashley Elle
Synopsis
The Honey Witch by Sydney J. Shields tells the story of Marigold, a young woman who inherits the role of the Honey Witch, but is cursed to never find love due to her magical lineage. When a skeptical woman named Lottie arrives, Marigold must not only prove the existence of magic but also navigate the growing feelings she develops for Lottie, all while facing a threat from dark magic that could destroy her home and her newfound love.
This Book is Perfect For:
Fans of cozy-fantasy-meets-alternate-history will love this slightly spicy sapphic love story. If you enjoy a slow burn within the grumpy/sunny character trope, this one is definitely for you. For those that liked The Once and Future Witches by Alix E. Harrow or the Bridgerton series by Julia Quinn, chances are you’ll enjoy The Honey Witch.
Review: 4.5/5
This book’s setting is absolutely enchanting—lush meadows, buzzing bees, and a touch of magic that feels like stepping into a dream. Shields’ prose is rich and atmospheric, making the Isle of Innisfree come alive in a way that feels almost tangible. I loved how the magic was woven so naturally into the story, making it feel less like a fantasy novel and more like a quiet, spellbinding retreat into nature and self-discovery. The sapphic romance at its heart is tender and lovely, adding to the book’s charm. It’s the kind of read that you sink into on a slow, rainy afternoon, letting the gentle world-building and soft storytelling wash over you.
That said, I did find the pacing a bit uneven, and the romance, while sweet, moved a little too quickly for my taste. I wanted more build-up, more tension—something to make the relationship feel truly earned. At times, it felt like the novel leaned more into aesthetic and vibes rather than deep storytelling. But even with those small frustrations, I still found myself captivated by this book. If you’re looking for something comforting, magical, and brimming with charm, The Honey Witch is absolutely worth a read. It’s not a book that will shake you to your core, but it’s one that will linger softly, like the memory of summer flowers and honey on your lips.
