Addie is visiting Ireland for her aunt’s over-the-top destination wedding, and hoping she can stop thinking about the one horrible thing she did that left her miserable and heartbroken—and threatens her future. But her brother, Ian, isn’t about to let her forget, and his constant needling leads to arguments and even a fistfight between the two once inseparable siblings. Miserable, Addie can’t wait to visit her friend in Italy and leave her brother—and her problems—behind.
So when Addie discovers an unusual guidebook, Ireland for the Heartbroken, hidden in the dusty shelves of the hotel library, she’s able to finally escape her anxious mind and Ian’s criticism.
And then their travel plans change. Suddenly Addie finds herself on a whirlwind tour of the Emerald Isle, trapped in the world’s smallest vehicle with Ian and his admittedly cute, Irish-accented friend Rowan. As the trio journeys over breathtaking green hills, past countless castles, and through a number of fairy-tale forests, Addie hopes her guidebook will heal not only her broken heart, but also her shattered relationship with her brother.
That is if they don’t get completely lost along the way.
I really feel like I’m the odd one out with Jenna Evans Welch. I know a lot of people love her contemporaries, but I am just not part of that team. Love and Gelato while not terrible, was not a wow read for me. And unfortunately, Love and Luck sort of followed the same pattern, though I do think there were misogynist undertones in the book that made me want to puke.
Why did I read this in book in the first place…well, it is nearing the seventh anniversary since I visited Ireland so that’s why. I wanted some nostalgia, so kill me. And there were several places in the book that I visited though my recollections were a lot different than Addie’s.
Anyways, back to the book. The general gist of the book is that Addie and her Douche Brother and Family are attending her aunt’s wedding the two of them get in a fight on the Cliffs of Mohr and don’t die and their mother gets pissed and condemns each of them if the other fucks up when they go to Florence. Only they don’t go to Florence because the first book takes place in Italy and this one takes place in Ireland ya’ll.
Instead, we get an Irish road trip. Which is yay I guess?
Side digression, I got completely car sick any time I traveled in Ireland. Which was mostly through bus and some really weird cab rides. I think it’s because the whole driving on the other side of the road thing. And then driving up mountains when you’re used to driving in the coastal plains of Texas thing. Just thinking about being on a road trip across Ireland makes me feel slightly barf-y right now. Perhaps, that’s why I never did the whole Ring of Kerry tour-even though I know I sort of missed out.
Honestly, the road trip seemed like it went incredibly fast to me. For example, I can’t imagine just spending an hour in the Burren. Grant it, my memories of the Burren consist of me getting slopping wet and later ending up getting an infection that lead to me getting pneumonia in the fall but digressing AGAIN…
The same goes with going to Cork. I loved Cork more than Dublin, which I personally think is overrated much like New Orleans-but I ‘m digressing yet AGAIN. The fact that a mere visit to these places can be described in a few pages and the trip can go onto the next place sort of flummoxes my mind.
I get it, it’s a book. But I really hate how pretty much this was a point by point book and didn’t take time to relish its surrounding.
One the biggest things that I was able to pick up from my short six weeks in Ireland was to savor things, to take your time and I just didn’t feel like this book did that. It was more or less pain by the numbers get to the ending of the book.
As far as the characters go, I was sort of meh about Addie. I hated that it was acted like she made this huge mistake during the book and that her brother had a right to be mad at her. Honestly, her brother needed to be slugged in the jaw for acting the way he did towards her.
It drove me crazy throughout the book. The fact that Ian’s (the brother) feelings were more important or stated to be more important-though, indirectly stated-throughout the entire thing drove me crazy. It took the focus off of what happened to Addie and quite honestly I was a little disgusted by it.
The love interest, Rowan, I was a little meh over. I really didn’t know why there even needed to be a love interest in this book because for the most part it was about the two siblings hashing out their weird fight. Rowan wasn’t God awful by any means he just felt unneeded and unnecessary as did the connection with the protagonist of the first book.
God, you can tell I’ve read a lot of books because I completely forgot about the protagonist in the first book and had to reread my review just to know the basics-pretty much, I found the first book to be rather meh as well.
I think what I found so disappointing about these two books is that they should’ve been fantastic. Summer time is always the perfect time to read a book about traveling because when it’s 112 outside-yes, it was 112 this week-you’d like to imagine yourself somewhere else like Ireland where it’s currently 65 outside (and yes, I have Galway’s weather on my phone because I’m that type of person). And as the contents of this blog has probably revealed I like light, fluffy, contemporaries but this book. So did not work.
I think this book suffered from trying to pigeon toe itself around the heartache guidebook. It’s a similar problem I’ve seen suffered from other books, the one I can think on top of my head being How to be Popular.
By trying to revolve the book around this guidebook, I felt like there were many things that were lost. Again, we’re in Ireland we need to go off the beaten path a little bit.
At the end of the day though, this wasn’t exactly the worst book I have ever read. Have I read better, oh yeah, but it wasn’t a total time sunk. I knocked it out one very hot evening when my thermostat wouldn’t go down from 85 despite being set at 77.
Overall Rating: A C+ it doesn’t quite do Ireland justice but it’s not going to kill you to read it.