“More than anything, we are thirsty for one another’s stories. When we tell our stories, there is no turning back. We may never see one another again – many people come only once, stopping in the city for a few days on their way to Patagonia or Brazil or wherever – but once you’ve sat at this table, you are one of us forever.”
I judged this book by its cover – well, by its title actually. As soon as I saw it in the bookstore and saw “Buenos Aires” in the title, I had to have it. I lived there for a year, so perhaps I’m a bit biased.
Anyway, The Buenos Aires Broken Hearts Club by Jessica Morrison is a charming, funny novel – the kind that keeps me awake much too late for a few nights because I need to know what happens, yet simultaneously makes me wish that it wouldn’t ever have to end.
The main character, Cassie Moore, is, well, a control freak. She’s got every detail of her life and future planned out and color-coded in an Excel spreadsheet, so she’s shell-shocked when she catches her perfect fiance in bed with another woman. They break up and she moves out. Oh and she also gets very drunk in the process one night, and she somehow books herself a six-month stay in Buenos Aires, where she’s never been.
When she first arrives in Buenos Aires, she’s terrified and depressed; she barely ventures out to the
supermarket. Eventually she meets people through her Spanish classes and all the while she blogs about her daily adventures and her encounters with Mateo, the infuriatingly sexy and smug handyman at the house she’s living in. During her six months, she changes and grows more than she could have ever guessed.
And the descriptions of Buenos Aires are so spot-on. At times it was difficult for me to keep reading because the book was making me ache for Buenos Aires; it’s such an incredible city and the perfect place to set a story like this! Seriously, if you’ve never been, you absolutely must go. And read this book as well!