Bottle Rocket Hearts
Welcome to Montreal in the months before the 1995 referendum. Riot Grrl gets bought out and mass marketed as the Spice Girls, and gays are gaining some legitimacy, but the queers are rioting against assimilation, cocktail AIDS drugs are starting to work, and the city walls on either side of the Main are spray-painted with the words YES or NO. It's been five years since the...more
However, Della. Oh my goodness...more
Essentially, Bottle Rocket Hearts is a coming of age story set in Montreal in the mid-nineties, complicated by the sexuality of its protagonist. Eve’s in love for the first time with the wrong girl and she gets her heart broken. After a brief, precarious rapprochement, she patches i...more
I am twenty-six now, and Montreal's become home. Reading Bottle Rocket Hearts was familiar; those throwaway mentions of places like Santropol or Foufs stir up my own experiences. I know this city, most of the time; love i...more
In the year before the 1995 Referendum in Quebec, Eve wants nothing more than to move out of the bedroom community of Dorval and into the real city, Montreal, where she hope...more
I really enjoyed that while her sexually was a big part of the story it was not the only thing important. I have read a couple other books where the protagonist was lesbian and it often annoys me how centered it is on it.I also enjoyed that it was set in my city, it made it easier for me to imagine it. Lastly the writing was good and...more
What I enjoyed most, I think, is t...more
I want to start off by saying that this book completely blew me away. I picked it up from the library, barely knowing anything about it and I ended up devouring it in a single sitting and spending days thinking about it.
From the very first page this book is filled with very real and raw emotion. Eve is struggling to figure out what's going on around her and her place in it. On a basic level her...more
Whittall writes this story from Evie's perspective, first person perspective all the way through, which can make the writing somewhat hard to take. It sometimes com...more
mainly the whole...more
"the trouble with deciding not to define anything, is that it usually means you have...more
There were some parts where I was like "that's my poster! why is she giving it to some character in her book that sounds way cooler than me!" -- you know, sibling-esque reactions to someone borrowing your stuff.
There were parts where I thought "oh, this is the femme-teen coming of age story where I did the butch-teen coming of age" -- and I found that really cool, another perspective...very different but with some cross over.
There were parts where I...more
The story itself, although textured in a somewhat more complex way because of the queer theme, is still pretty much a basic boy-meets-girl (or girl-meets-girl) plot. Whittall uses the first-person perspective very effectively and her character devel...more
I enjoyed the historical fiction aspect of the book. At the same time that the main character is going through her own romantic and growing troubles, the 1995 Referendum in Quebec is going on. The book takes place in Montreal so the lives of these characters are saturated in those events.
This book is poetic, funny, and thoughtful. The characters actually feel like people you might meet somewhere.
I've met Whittal in person when she came to speak at Concordia University; she was very sweet. She has an active twitter too. If you liked this book, her book "Holding Still for as Long as Possi...more
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She says, You have changed me, Eve, you are the single most important person in my life. If you were to leave me, I would die.
At that moment, our breath circling from my lungs & into hers, I am changed. Perhaps before this I could describe our relationship as an experiment, a happy accident, but this was irrefutable. I was completely consumed & consuming. It was as though we created some sort of object between us that we could see & almost hold. I would risk everything I’ve ever known to know only this. I wanted to honour her in a way that was understandable to every part of me. It was as though I could distill the meaning of us into something I could pour into a porcelain cup. Our bodies on top of this city, rulers of love.
Originally, we were celebrating the fact that I got into Concordia’s visual arts program. But the congratulatory brunch she took me to at Café Santropol had turned into wine, which had turned into a day for declarations. I had a sense of spring in my body, that this season would meld into summer like a running-jump movie kiss. There would be days & days like this. XXXX gone away on a sojurn I didn’t care to note the details of, she simply ceased to be. Summer in Montreal in love is almost too much emotion to hold in an open mouth, it spills over, it causes me to not need any sleep. I don’t think I will ever feel as awake as I did in the summer of 1995.”