Review: The Museum of Heartbreak by Meg Leder10:00
Author: Meg Leder
Published June 7th 2016 by Scholastic
In this ode to all the things we gain and lose and gain again, seventeen-year-old Penelope Marx curates her own mini-museum to deal with all the heartbreaks of love, friendship, and growing up.
Welcome to the Museum of Heartbreak.
Well, actually, to Penelope Marx’s personal museum. The one she creates after coming face to face with the devastating, lonely-making butt-kicking phenomenon known as heartbreak.
Heartbreak comes in all forms: There’s Keats, the charmingly handsome new guy who couldn’t be more perfect for her. There’s possibly the worst person in the world, Cherisse, whose mission in life is to make Penelope miserable. There’s Penelope’s increasingly distant best friend Audrey. And then there’s Penelope’s other best friend, the equal-parts-infuriating-and-yet-somehow-amazing Eph, who has been all kinds of confusing lately.
But sometimes the biggest heartbreak of all is learning to let go of that wondrous time before you ever knew things could be broken.
When I first saw the synopsis for this book, it seemed like a proper Sophie book. I love YA contemporary books, especially the fluffy ones, during the summer time. When I bought this, I started it as soon as I got home, and though it would be a high four, maybe even five star read. Unfortunately, it's barely a 3 star for me.
In The Museum of Heartbreak, we follow Penelope, who is a romantic at heart. She keeps little momentos of all her significant relationships, friendship and otherwise, and eventually uses them in her own 'Museum of Heartbreak'. When a new guy, Keats, comes to the school, and BFF Audrey wants to spend less time together, she is drawn to Keats, who is just 'perfect'. However, her other best friend, Eph, grows moody the more she spends with Keats, and Penelope can't understand it.
This book was cute, I'll give it that. But, there just wasn't much to it. I wasn't too keen on Penelope, and though she was so oblivious, that an asteroid couldn't landed in front of her, and she would still be none the wiser. Really, if she'd just thought more about the events, she would've saved herself from so many problems. Keats was awful. I could tell from the beginning he wouldn't be go for Penelope, and when he started spouting sexist stuff, and then got angry that he wasn't a great writer, he was like a petulant child.
You could tell that Eph would be the one Penelope finally fell for, and while I preferred them together, I still wasn't invested in their romance. None of the characters had that much substance, and I kept putting the book off, even though it was short, because of this. This book probably deserves 2.5 stars, but I've rounded it up. I know others loved this, but maybe I just couldn't see what was great about it.