* This is an ARC review.
Any excerpts or quotes are taken from an unfinished copy
and may therefore change prior to the final print*
I have been hearing GREAT things about Sarah Ockler's books for some time now. I even own one, Twenty Boy Summer, which I am embarrassed to say is sitting on my shelf as of yet unread. But after zooming through The Book of Broken Hearts you can rest assured that now I GET IT. I see what everyone has been talking about! I loved this book that was the perfect balance of heartwarming and heartbreaking at the same time. Sarah Ockler has found a new fan in me:)
What do I mean about heartwarming and heartbreaking? Well, The Book of Broken Hearts, at least from the synopsis above, sounds like a book all about romance, right? And, HEY. I would have NO problem if it was. I love a good romance in a book. And a romance with a hot, tattooed, motorcycle riding, bonafide bad boy? I am totally on board with THAT. But friends, I am here to tell you that the synopsis is a little misleading. Because in my opinion The Book of Broken Hearts is about a family. It's about love and loyalty between sisters. But more importantly it's about the ties between a daughter and her failing father and the lengths that she will go to to make what remains of his life a happy one.
That sounds all deep and depressing (which is maybe why the marketing people decided to focus on the swoony romance in the book synopsis) but somehow Sarah Ockler makes it NOT. Not all gloomy and doomy and weepy heartbreak. Not that there aren't some moments in this book that choked me up a little, because there were. But they do not overpower the book at all. And there is PUH-LENTY of Emilio Vargas swoon in the interim to balance it all out.
It's the summer after high school and Jude Hernandez is in the midst of a BIG project. Jude and her father (Papi), who at 52 is battling early onset Alzheimers, are hoping to restore his vintage Harley (who her Papi affectionately named Valentina.) You see, Papi used to run with a biker gang while living in Argentina. Those days were some of the best of his life (I'm guessing this "gang" was one of the good types, you know, not all Hell's Angels at Monterey or anything;) Jude really, really loves hearing her dad's stories about those early days, now more than ever that his memory is deteriorating from his disease. When Jude and her father end up at a local garage, they are relieved to find a capable, if not young, mechanic willing to take on the restoration over the summer, and for a much better price than the Harley dealership quoted them.
Well, it would be PERFECT if this extremely good looking, flirty, charming mechanic was not Emilio Vargas, as in "THE Vargas brothers" the very ones that are responsible for not one, but TWO, broken hearts in the Hernandez household. The Vargas brothers are featured heavily in Jude's sister's infamous Book of Broken Hearts, a scrapbook of sorts that Jude's three older sisters began to commiserate crushes and love gone awry.
Jude knows that she is breaking an oath to her sisters, an oath to never, ever have ANYTHING to do with a Vargas boy, when she and her father hire Emilio to work on the bike. But here is the thing. Try as she might, Jude can't help but notice that Emilio, for all of his bad boy machismo, is a really GOOD guy. And more importantly, Jude is desperate to get this bike restored for her dad. Not only is it a special project just for the two of them to share, Jude secretly believes that if her dad can have his beloved Valentina back, then maybe, just maybe, he can beat the demons that are stealing his memories. Is breaking an oath with her sisters, and maybe falling in love in the process, worth it if it means saving her dad?
I know that some reviewers have commented that this childhood oath between Jude and her sisters seems like a somewhat weak bond, and that in reality, Jude would never base any decisions on or tear herself up over something as trivial as that. But I disagree. I don't have any sisters, but I can totally understand why Jude would feel so strongly about keeping her word to her sisters. As the youngest of four girls, Jude has always looked up to her older sisters. She's also been trailing in their footsteps her entire life. For Jude it is about that sense of belonging and inclusion. And it's evident in this passage, when Jude at the age of twelve or so is allowed access to the book for the first time following her sister Araceli's broken engagement to Johnny Vargas:
My sisters giggle as Mari pretends to jab us with the pen, but at my turn, I'm deadly serious. My fingers tremble as I sign the page. I still haven't fulfilled most of their "she who looks upon the book" requirements--never had a crush, never saw a dirty movie, never danced naked under the full moon--but tonight they handed it over anyway. It's weighty and cold in my lap, and seeing my name there fills me with a new sense of belonging. I'm a part of them now, memorialized in the book, which Celi finally shuts and slides back under the bed with all the shoes.
And here:
It wasn't our signatures scrawled on the page of this relic of a book, or all the stories of heartbreak it chronicled.
It was the oath itself, the solemn promise that none of us would ever reopen Celi's crippling wounds by falling for the brothers of the boy who nearly destroyed her.
As if to remind me, the pinprick scars in the center of palms ached.
Emilio Vargas. Regardless of whether he disappeared after we'd finished the bike and I never saw him again, regardless of whether Araceli ever knew he's been there...
I broke the oath.
The relationship between Jude and her sisters felt very real and authentic to me. We do get to meet each of them in the book, and each has their own distinct personality and quirks. I love reading books about sister bonds and matriarchal bonds and Ockler's Hernandez sisters were no exception.
The only relationship that eclipsed the sisters, in my opinion, was the relationship between Jude and her dad. Guys this book does not gloss over Papi's illness. There are instances when his confusion turns into meltdowns and those were HARD for me to read. But I am so glad that they were included because it put me the reader front and center in Jude's predicament. It made me FEEL so much for her and her family, and for Papi. I felt proud of Jude for her commitment to the bike restoration, and proud for how good she was at helping her dad, and sad for her because I knew in the end, it won't be enough to save him from his disease.
They say you can never step in the same river twice. And maybe that's how it was for Papi now, memories shifting and reforming soundlessly beneath him while the rest of us sat on the shore and watched.
But the moments that she has with her dad, the lucid moments when they talk, you can feel the all the respect and love they have for each other and it melted my heart. Here, when Jude and he talk about riding bikes:
The skin around Papi's eyes crinkled with emotion. "I'm sorry I never got to take you myself, Juju. When you're young, you think you have so much time, and then life comes and tomorrow turns into tomorrow, and before you know it..." He looked up at me and winked. "Don't listen to this cranky viejito."
Restoring this bike and letting her dad relive his glory days, if only in his mind, is something just for Jude and her dad. A bond and a chance to make new memories that Jude doesn't have to share with her sisters or anyone. And for Jude, that is very important.
I'd been spending my days with Papi, giving up my summer like Mari'd said, but maybe that was the easy part. So far, other than the little meltdowns and confusing moments, our days were mostly filled with laughter and sunshine and the memories he shared from his biker days. I'd been writing them down, tagging all the pictures I'd taken. I was collecting them for him on my computer, curator of his memories.
And then there is Emilio. First, there is the obvious. He rides a bike. He's got tats. He's a BIG flirt. His caramel colored eyes get all crinkly in the corners when he smiles. In other words: Super. Duper. Swoon. But like most bad boys, there is much more to Emilio. Yes, there is that awesome banter between he and Jude that makes you get all tingly and weak in the knees when you read:
"You and your pops were smart to hire me," Emilio said. "I'm really good." He raised his eyebrows in a hopeful arc making him look about five years younger but doing nothing to diminish his charm. He knew it too-- wore that flirty little grin like a badge. "Can't wait to get my hands inside this baby."
"I'm sure." I leaned over the bike and met his gaze, dead on...
"...If you're done congratulating yourself, I need to know how much time we're talking. We don't have all summer."
He pulled back almost imperceptibly, but I noticed the change. Good. Now that he knew he wasn't dealing with some softhearted little damsel, we could get down to business.
But there is so much more to both Jude and Emilio than meets the eye. Jude puts out the image that she's tough and not falling for any of Emilio's games, but thanks to her inner monologue we see her defenses begin to crack.
Over.
Done.
Terminado.
I nodded vigorously as if that would help the words settle in, and it worked for about ten whole seconds. But in all that rattling, I'd shaken loose an image my mind had captured and stored without permission-- Emilio, winking at me and jumping on the kickstart, the bike roaring beneath him. My treacherous little beast of a heart fluttered.
I took it for what it was: a warning. The heart--in all its infinite wisdom (with some backdoor bribery from the hormones) -- was totally edging in on this Vargas boy situation, and the heart didn't know the meaning of terminado.
This book will undoubtedly be compared to Simone Elkeles' works, not just in the forbidden romance aspect, or the amazing Latino culture and language (and GOD, I love that about this book SO MUCH) but in the similarities between Elkeles' bad boys (Alex Fuentes, I am thinking of YOU!) and Emilio Vargas. Emilio is slick, charming, and a well known heart breaker, but we also see instances of more under that facade, instances where he gets tripped up and a softer, more insecure side of him begins to surface. Emilio may be a tatted-up biker but he is also a really decent guy.
But I remembered our conversation this afternoon, his hands warm in mine, his eyes soft and encouraging, and suddenly it felt unfair. Wrong. My chest tightened. I wanted to spill it. I wanted to tell them that Emilio, more than any of my old friends, continued to show up when he said he would. He listened when I felt like talking, didn't push when I wanted to stop. He showed me stuff about motorcycles and made sure I understood what he and Papi were doing. He didn't freak out at Papi's episodes, and he didn't treat him like a kid in need of a babysitter.
I wanted to tell them how Papi's eyes sparkled whenever Emilio showed up, how Emilio loved to hear about Papi's travels and all the people he met and the miles he covered.
I wanted to tell them how Emilio was becoming a friend, someone I was warned against my whole life but who had taken better care of my heart than anyone I'd ever known.
Guys, it's a really great romance. Sweet and steamy at the same time. You will definitely be cheering Jude and Emilio on. And watch out for page 243, because WOWZA. Hot.
So, I've talked about the engaging plot, I've talked about the wonderful relationships and strong family themes. I've talked about the characters, especially Jude an Emilio and their romance. And I have given some examples of the fabulous writing but really, it IS so amazing, how about just a bit more? It's very often funny, flirty and racy. But it isn't particularly fancy or flowery. It's not what I would call lyrical. But it flows. The conversations felt real and honest. And I loved getting inside Jude's mind. She was not only a sympathetic character and likable, I just loved how she saw the world. And that is due to Ockler's words.
But what if all your memories of a person belonged to someone else?
God, my sisters had so many. I'd heard them, tried them on, borrowed them as my own...
...Even the stories of how my sisters had gotten their names were magical: Lourdes, after Mom's grandmother, who risked her life to fight for women's rights in Argentina. Mariposa, "butterfly", for the bright blue-and-orange butterflies that flooded my parent's garden the week before my sister's birth. Araceli, 'alter of Heaven,' who sent mom into labor on an airplane and was born in an ambulance on the tarmac after an emergency landing. Their names had their own memories, so different from mine, which my sisters loved to tell me was hastily chosen after the first thing Mom had seen after delivery: the doctor's medallion.
Saint Jude, patron saint of lost causes.
My sisters got the good stuff first. All I had of their precious moments were imprints, shadows of the real thing cobbled together from the faded scraps of their reminiscing, bits and pieces that changed each time in the retelling.
Like so many things in my life, the best memories of my father were a legacy, passed down to me like their hand-me-down clothes and toys and the Vargas oath.
And you know, I take back that lyrical comment because some of the writing IS almost like poetry at times:
I was falling in love.
I was losing my father.
With Emilio Vargas.
To smoke and shadow.
My heart fluttered.
My heart aches.
To feel it.
To deny it.
Life.
Death.
Possibilities.
Endings.
Well, I guess you can tell that I loved this book. Not sure if this is the best of Sarah Ockler's books, but I plan to read all of them and find out because guys, it is pretty darn GREAT. I loved the writing, the characters, the romance, but most of all I loved the strong family themes. So often YA relegates parental and sibling relationships to the background, or tosses them completely from the story. The Book of Broken Hearts serves as an excellent example that yes, you can write a fantastic young adult story with a family as the central focus, and still have plenty of swoony forbidden romance and fun, flirty banter too. Fans of Ockler's books won't want to miss this (and I'm sure they won't because I think they are all pretty diehard) and I encourage all newbie's like me to give this book a read. It is EXCELLENTE :)