My Rating: ★★★☆☆ (3/5)
Synopsis from Goodreads:
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.
Maybe, in real life, there weren’t happy endings.
Can we pause for a second to admire that beautiful book cover? Seriously, if you still judge books by their cover (even when everyone tells you to not to) like I do, that book cover is an automatic click to your TBR.
The Museum of Heartbreak is a good yet generic contemporary novel. I really had a great time reading the book, it’s basically enjoyable but not memorable hence my 3-star rating.