Instructions for a Broken Heart
Three days before her drama club's trip to Italy, Jessa Gardner discovers her boyfriend in the costume barn with another girl. Jessa is left with a care package from her best friend titled "Top Twenty Reasons He's a Slimy Jerk Bastard," instructing her to do one un-Jessa-like thing each day of the trip. At turns hilarious and heartwrenching, Instructions for a Broken Heart...more
I usually reserve the One Star Honor Rating for books I simply can’t f...more
YA contemporary isn't my favorite genre, but...more
We've all been there. High School. In love with some tool. Dumped by said tool. Devastated.
However, after being dumped I did not have to fly halfway around the world with said Dumper and his new girl toy with HUGE boobs (whom he was cheating with.) Poor girl. I did feel a certain amount of sisterly love and pity for her in the beginning.
seriously, she was in Italy. Put on your big girl panties and suck it up a little. Yeah, the situation sucked and I know in...more
The musical references in this book were amazing. At the beginning of the novel I could really relate to the character Jessa as she is super busy trying to get into the perfect college and loved theatre. Every time she turned on he...more
The reason I stated that up there is, I've had this book in my to-be-read pile for ages, but I thought that I should leave it for a time I could actually relate to the plot. Guess what? This book left me sulking. Sadder than I already was and definitely not wanting no get out of my house for days. You see, as the title says, Jessa's trying to get over her cheating ex-boyfrie...more
Why, I ask, why is it always a boy who has to send a girl toward her crisis of person hood? Toward her moment of becoming? Sometimes it makes me sad this is the message that gets sent again and again. I get it. Relationships are important, but they shouldn't be the catalyst for a girl becoming herself and realizing she's lost who she is and needs to find it.
The biggest problems I had with this...more
After walking in on her boyfriend making out with another girl, Jessa finds herself in the uncomfortable position of joining them, along...more
I hate when I read a book and feel really dense for not getting it. I feel like I should have felt sympathetic towards Jessa and relate to her heart break after having her heart crushed by a slime ball boyfriend but I really couldn't and found it hard to figure out why I should like her at all. If you know why please let me know. I know she's a teenager and just caught her boyfriend rolling around in a tongue lock with another girl but from what we begin to see maybe she did bring it up...more
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Three days before her drama club's trip to Italy, Jessa Gardner discovers her boyfriend in the costume barn with another girl. Jessa is left with a care package from her best friend titled "Top Twenty Reasons He's a Slimy Jerk Bastard," instructing her to do one un-Jessa-like thing each day of the trip. At turns hilarious and heartwrenching, Instructions for a Broken Heart paints a magical Italy in which J...more
So she sets out to get over Sean with the help of her best friend, Carissa, who has sent along instructions for Jessa to do one thing each day of her trip that takes her out of her comfort zone and onto the path of getting o...more
Was it funny? Not really... Emotional? Not at all... Ente...more
I was totally drawn in by the relationships that were broken or developed along the way, the interesting cast of characters, and the descriptions of the sites of Italy. The list of instructions from the best friend was what originally had me curi...more
1) Well-described travel. Not just Italy, but the weight of a non-stop bus trip, plus the inter-group hookups that happen when you're traveling with multiple groups. I took one of those trips the summer after high school. It is frighteningly realistic.
2) There's a student-teacher thing.
I do have to say, though, that I'm noticing more and more that I don't like the way female friendship is wr...more
1. i have read 13 Little Blue Envelopes. My brain can not help but compare and few books could be as good as that one.
2. i recently had a personal tragedy and all of the italy details tend to rake that up. this one is not your fault, book.
3. i realize that teens in bad breakups are a bit changeable, but as a reader, i like a core of consistency with my charact...more
Jessa, the main character, has had her heart broken by her boyfriend right before they go on a drama club trip to Italy. Jessa is devastated, of course. But instead of just being super sad, she is super sad and irra...more
That's not the only reason I loved it, though. I like books with a hook, if you will, and the 20 envelopes added a driving force behind the narrative as I eagerly anticipated both the reason and the instructions to follow in each one. That turned into an intr...more
The Long Story? – I really wanted to like this one especially after I pinned away on the book for a good deal of 2011 b...more
This is the story of Jessa, who after being heartbroken needs to take a tour of Italy with her drama club, which also happen to be taken by her now ex and his new fling 'The boob job'. Her best friend sends her instructions on envelopes to mend her. However, in the mean time, it feels like Carissa (The best friend) has secrets of her...more
‘Instructions for a Broken Heart’ is a read that fell somewhere right in the middle for me. I didn’t love it, though I really liked certain aspects of it. I loved the descriptions of the Italian scenery and all the different monuments and places that Jessa and her classmates visited. I also thought the letters from Jessa’s best friend Carissa were a great plot device. The letters allowed Jessa to do things that were out of character for her, and while a lot of them ended up in catastrop...more
See, just prior to departure Jessa walks in on her long time boyfriend Sean getting busy with another girl at school. Caught completely off guard she’s justifiably stunned, so much so she contemplates forgoing the bi...more
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I will find a bare patch of earth, somewhere where the ruins have fallen away, somewhere where I can fit both hands, and I will dig a hole.
And into that hole, I will scream you, I will dump all the shadow places of my heart—the times you didn’t call when you said you’d call, the way you only half listened to my poems, your eyes on people coming through the swinging door of the café—not on me—your ears, not really turned toward me. For all those times I started to tell you about the fight with my dad or when my grandma died, and you said something about your car, something about the math test you flunked, as an answer. I will scream into that hole the silence of dark nights after you’d kissed me, how when I asked if something was wrong—and something was obviously so very wrong—how you said “nothing,” how you didn’t tell me until I had to see it in the dim light of a costume barn—so much wrong. I will scream all of it.
Then I will fill it in with dark earth, leave it here in Italy, so there will be an ocean between the hole and me.
Because then I can bring home a heart full of the light patches. A heart that sees the sunset you saw that night outside of Taco Bell, the way you pointed out that it made the trees seem on fire, a heart that holds the time your little brother fell on his bike at the fairgrounds and you had pockets full of bright colored Band-Aids and you kissed the bare skin of his knees. I will take that home with me. In my heart. I will take home your final Hamlet monologue on the dark stage when you cried closing night and it wasn’t really acting, you cried because you felt the words in you and on that bare stage you felt the way I feel every day of my life, every second, the way the words, the light and dark, the spotlight in your face, made you Hamlet for that brief hiccup of a moment, made you a poet, an artist at your core. I get to take Italy home with me, the Italy that showed me you and the Italy that showed me—me—the Italy that wrote me my very own instructions for a broken heart. And I get to leave the other heart in a hole.
We are over. I know this. But we are not blank. We were a beautiful building made of stone, crumbled now and covered in vines.
But not blank. Not forgotten. We are a history.
We are beauty out of ruins.”