This was recommended to me by a friend, who in her words, was crying throughout the entire book. Normally I do not read books such as these. Something that has this kind of cover and/or recommended by any friends (a guide I never seem to follow consistently). But well, since it was a one-book deal (if it were a series things would be different) and it was practically shoved into my hands, I had a read, because really it’s not like there's anything else to do in school.
From my friend’s brief synopsis, I deduced one thing: this is a really old trope, worn for years, beaten to death and bled out on the pavement for years and years. It basically summed up as Survivor's guilt, protagonist does something stupid that leads her to go on a journey (where she/he relies on wits to survive,) of searching for herself and for atonement, in the end everything is neatly tied up and people emerge as better people. I even guessed the main character would be a preteen girl. That there is not the best of signs, but I read it anyway.
Basically, this girl, what’s-her-name...Darcy is painted as a poor 12-year-old girl who lacks self-confidence with a bitter (newly racist after losing out on a promotion, and subsequently hurting his back) father, a hero for a brother and a wallflower for a mother. And at first her brother's awesome...but then he buys his first set of love-goggles. Darcy becomes insanely jealous, which is something I shall never understand. And then there’s Darcy’s sassy 12-year-old friend named Sam who can do magic tricks and pick locks, and who memorized the dictionary. Little Sam is by far the most sensible, and more memorable of anyone in the entire book, if a bit ... peculiar and often downright unbelievable as a boy of 12. I was 12 once, and I know how they think. It’s almost certainly not: It worries me that their vote counts as much as yours or mine. (I’m paraphrasing a little, but it’s nearly exactly what he said, and I remember because 12-year-old boys don’t talk like that. But allowances can be made.)
So Darcy gets her big hero of a brother killed after he was being a bit of a jerk like older siblings tend to be. He says something he shouldn’t have said to Darcy’s archenemy aka his new squeeze, and Darcy storms off saying terrible last things to him as any upset little girl tends to do, and her brother darts out after her, into the path of an oncoming car. The all-popular, all-perfect jock falls into a coma, and then they pull the plug and donate his heart.
Understandably, Darcy is in therapy. The story picks up months later and things at home are worse than they were now the beacon of light that was her older brother is gone, and she thinks she was the one who snuffed it. She goes so far as to call herself a murderer, that she’d killed her brother on purpose. This warrants some thinking, and perhaps yeah... I do recall her wishing her brother dead being one of her last words. If only I could reach into the book and shout into her face, “You weren’t driving the car, were you? You do not control what happens in the universe, right? You didn’t push him in front of the car, did you?” But I couldn’t. And because most of this guilt is in her head, no one else knows she feels this way. At this point she hasn’t spoken to Sam in months, and one day, she just does. And Sam, quite obviously crushing on her, doggedly hangs around, and is partially responsible for giving her the mother of all silly ideas.
She decides to go find her brother’s heart, I think because she thought it would mean that he was still with her...some of him at least. And that would mean he was still alive. And I get that, I do, and her determination, though a little misguided, is admirable, but everything leading up to finding his heart is just too ... silly.
She gets on this bus with Sam, packing a book, peanut butter mush sandwich, some money (Gee, wonder where she got that if her family was as dirt poor as she said) and whatever else people bring in backpacks when they run away from home. Worse, she actually doesn’t plan to come back. The kids meet this sweet, albeit very gullible old lady, give her fake names saying they’re from a circus, and Sam cons her into buying them dinner. And then Darcy realizes the old lady is dirt poor, too, so she stops Sam, and very kindly leaves some money for the old lady. None of this matters because when the bus makes a pit stop near a carnival, they get themselves stuck in a Ferris Wheel and the bus leaves without them. I don’t see how this can happen (swine bus driver), but the author gently brushes this aside with an “oh well,” because it makes things interesting to have the kids stranded without possessions.
Sam suggests turning back, and I admittedly didn’t want this to happen, because really, what sort of book is that? They don’t, and end up performing Houdini’s Metamorphosis, upstaging another performer and winning a lot of money in bets. Thank goodness, he knew how to do that, huh? Clever, but I did not fall into the suspension of belief shroud because really, Cherie wasn’t trying, and it wasn’t the most subtle introduction to Sam’s talent (I’m the great Sam-dini!). Then the clever kids hitchhike in a truck with a donkey, because at least they are sensible enough to avoid bus depots where there’ll be less gullible cops. Following which they become stowaways in a furniture truck, and then hop into a taxi, finally ending up in Miami, Florida.
Then they meet the heart-transplant recipient and his family, spend the night with questionable folk who ran away from home, and eventually Darcy confronts the boy, who she perceives (and accuses) as an ungrateful brat who goes about taking people’s hearts and just ... living. Basically, she loses it, and things start becoming incoherent, and it’s the boy’s mom being terribly sympathetic to strangers who just stormed into her home and insulted her son. They shouldn’t have to, but these poor folk spend most of their time trying to explain that they really aren’t the ungrateful fiends she thinks they are. Being super nice folk, the family (who might I mention, is rich) change the Christmas plans to accommodate (let’s face it, the real brat here) Darcy and take her home to ...uh...what’s it, Houston? Wisconsin? Some town. Here’s the real kicker: The nice family who has Darcy’s brother’s heart? African American. And as mentioned above, Darcy’s father is ... racist. Consequently, he come to grips that his generalization and prejudices were all BS and he breaks down in tears. The author also subtly notes that, “LOOK! HEY LOOK! A White Lutheran family, A Catholic African-American family and a Jewish family (Sam) all together in love and harmony on Christmas day! We’re all the same! Get it? LOOK AT THIS! Me inserting good values and themes and ‘many colors to make a rainbow’, did you notice?”
Verdict: 3 stars is a stretch. But I understand there’s been a movie adaptation?