Grace isn't who Henry pictured as his dream girl—she walks with a cane, wears oversized boys' clothes, and rarely seems to shower. But when Grace and Henry are both chosen to edit the school paper, he quickly finds himself falling for her. It's obvious there's something broken about Grace, but it seems to make her even more beautiful to Henry, and he wants nothing more than to help her put the pieces back together again. And yet, this isn't your average story of boy meets girl. Krystal Sutherland's brilliant debut is equal parts wit and heartbreak, a potent reminder of the bittersweet bliss that is first love.
I adored the characters contained within the pages of Our Chemical Hearts and the contrast among each character and their family members. It was great having them present throughout the story so that the plot wasn’t wholly based upon love but also about friendship, family and growing up. I enjoyed the interactions between Henry and Grace when they were together and the little quirky conversations they had throughout their texts and in person. The characters felt realistic and honest which caused me to become thoroughly invested into Krystal’s book and ended up completing the book in one sitting. My favourite thing about this contemporary read was the moral of the story about how one should love someone for who they really are and not just the idea of them.
Henry Page had a fun and refreshing personality that mirrored the kind of personality you look for in a friend, as he was humble, yet witty with his own little quirks. As for Grace Town, she was mystery that was hard to understand at times, yet you could apprehend some of her infuriating actions for you can’t fault someone for trying to cope with their own inner pain. Overall, I was content with the ending of this story as it was quite realistic and honest; displaying a new angle of loss and the dealings of guilt and sadness and how everyone can express it differently for grief occurs differently for everyone.
I was born and raised in Townsville, in the far north of Australia. Since escaping to Sydney in 2011, I've also lived in Amsterdam, which was awesome but cold, and Hong Kong, where I currently reside (though I speak neither Dutch nor Cantonese).
Growing up, I never dreamed of being a writer. I wanted to be a) a florist, then b) a volcanologist, then c) an actress. It wasn't until shortly after my 18th birthday that I sat down to write my first (terrible) novel.
OUR CHEMICAL HEARTS, thankfully, is slightly better than that hot mess. Nonetheless, I am notoriously bad at explaining what it's about, except to say that it involves the terribly tragic and awful experience of falling in love for the first time.
I have no pets and no children, but in Amsterdam I owned a bicycle called Kim Kardashian. It was somewhat difficult to get along with. I was fond of it regardless.