The Book of Broken Hearts
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When all signs point to heartbreak, can love still be a rule of the road? A “touching father-daughter story” (Kirkus Reviews) from the author of Bittersweet and Twenty Boy Summer.
Jude has learned a lot from her older sisters, but the most important thing is this: The Vargas brothers are notorious heartbreakers. She’s seen the tears and disasters that dating a Vargas boy can cause, and she swore an oath—with candles and a contract and everything—to never have anything to do with one.
Now Jude is the only sister still living at home, and she’s spending the summer helping her ailing father restore his vintage motorcycle—which means hiring a mechanic to help out. Is it Jude’s fault he happens to be cute? And surprisingly sweet? And a Vargas?
Jude tells herself it’s strictly bike business with Emilio. Her sisters will never find out, and Jude can spot those flirty little Vargas tricks a mile away—no way would she fall for them. But Jude’s defenses are crumbling, and if history is destined to repeat itself, she’s speeding toward some serious heartbreak…unless her sisters were wrong?
Jude may have taken an oath, but she’s beginning to think that when it comes to love, some promises might be worth breaking.
beneath mine on the shifter, his touch as he squeezed my hand, and about twenty-seven other highly inappropriate thoughts involving— “—nuts?” Emilio was saying as we coasted into the driveway. “I’m . . . um . . . what?” “Did el jefe find those missing flange nuts?” I coughed. “Flange nuts. Not sure. I’ll ask when they get back from the doctor.” Emilio picked at a dried patch of yellow paint on his shorts, but he didn’t move to get out of the truck. I opened the driver’s side door and Pancake
have a paring knife.” “A sword and a knife? Really?” Lourdes throws her hands up. “You’re so dramatic, Wrecking Ball. God.” Mari ignores them and ushers me into the hallway. “Hurry, Juju!” When I return with the stuff, Mari lights the candle and directs us to sit around it on the floor. “Celi, get that filthy boy’s things. Any mementos you can find. And get the book.” My hair tingles. I know what book she’s talking about. The Book of Broken Hearts. Celi shuffles a few shoes out of the way
see my family, to hug my sister that was practically a big sister to her, too. There was a sigh, a shrug, and then Mad Hatter offered her a can of Pringles but not me and that was that. “See you next week, right?” I said. “For the sneak preview?” Zoe nodded half-heartedly, elbows-deep in Pringles, and Christina was hung up on some dramatic story about Tweedledum’s broken leg in tenth grade, so I left without saying anything else. I looked back only once, after I’d put a good amount of bodies
our usuals—mint chocolate chip and hot fudge for Papi, Mari’s strawberry shake, chocolate peanut butter cup sundae for me. Papi watched the counter girl mix fresh berries and ice cream for Mari’s drink. Over the whir of the blender, Mari told me about a witch and warlock series she’d recently sold, how she had to go to New York in a couple of days to meet with the author and publisher. Her face lit up as she talked. Mari was so passionate about her work—about everything in her life, really—and
predawn stars, road trips. “You see, in this world there’s two kinds of people, my friend . . .” Thanks for being my B.G.O. and for taking such good care of me. Jen Klonsky, even though you’ve never experienced the cinematic wonder that is Grease 2, you’re still an honorary Pink Lady and an Editor of Awesome, and working with you on Jude and Emilio’s story has been one of the greatest joys of my career (not to mention, like, totally fun). Those FNL references will always be for you! Ted