Un libro muy lindo, para adolescentes. Aún así lo disfruté, fue una lectura fácil y rápida. La idea del amor romántico en donde todo tiene que ser perfecto ya no está padre, aquí muestran a dos personitas imperfectas, que logran conectar a pesar de los obstáculos.

Good, but not as good as I hoped. Unfortunately.
The premise seemed very intriguing, a story with a bizarre/dark twist (like Edward Scissorhands for example)
But this, well...

The book starts in 1874 Edinburgh, some descriptions of events that happen cannot possibly be known by the characters in this time period. For example, during the operation on his heart as a baby (don't even get me started on how as the first person narrator, he'd be aware of his own birth!) he says the surgeon/midwife has "her arms in the air like she's just scored a penalty in a World Cup final." Now correct me if I'm wrong but didn't the World Cup begin in the 1930s? How could he possibly know what that is? And it continues all the way through with references to prostitutes in spindly stilettos and animal print (really?) and Jack the Ripper (how could he be in Edinburgh when at the same time he was in London committing murders and why would he confess to a little boy?) Arrrggghhhh!!

Honestly now, this was a really promising storyline that fell quite unfortunately into a bad writers hands and suffered because of it.

This books is kind of cute. At the beginning I loved how he went a little fiction with it and just made the baby see everything and then have a clock heart. And it was really adorable all that part before he went to school.
Then we meet Joe. This guy, typical bully everyone hates. The villain of the story. As always, I get angry at the way the victims of this kind of persons don't defend themselves. But I will have to deal with it, because it's always like that.
Then, we have Miss Acacia. For real, I was done with her insecurities. Like, girl, the love of your life is telling you everything you need to hear and you still don't get it? This girl is dense as sand.
The book in itself was good, nice story to enjoy, tragic at the end. The only thing that I didn't like was the fact that it went kind of melodramatic at the end to the point where it wasn't as likable as it was for me anymore.
Aside if that, I think I would read this book again. Like, really, it's a nice story, and it's worth the time. It doesn't really take to much time.

3.5. I love the imagery, and that I was able to pick it back up and read it cover to cover in a day, but the hyper-sexualisation and cliche portrayals was a touch tiring. This last bit is why it was siting unfinished for a year.

This book screams, “Make a movie out of me Tim Burton!” It is hard to describe, but is basically a fairy tale for grown-ups that doesn’t lose its ability to be imaginative and odd. The story begins on the coldest day of the world in Edinburgh, Scotland. A midwife named Doctor Madeleine has just delivered a baby named Jack. It is so cold when he is born, that his heart freezes. To save him, Madeleine, who is a bit of mad-scientist, grafts a cuckoo-clock to Jack's heart to start it beating. This move ultimately saves his life, but Madeline warns him that he should avoid love because it could damage his fragile clock heart. Of course the boy flips for a gal…I mean who didn’t see that coming. I loved some of the language and the author’s creative descriptions. It sometimes got too syrupy sweet, but not too often. Apparently the writer is in a French rock band & there is a concept album that the story is based upon…très interesting, no?

“I want to change my heart. Make me different, I don’t want to be me anymore. Don’t you see, I’ve had enough of this wooden heart; it’s like a dead weight that keeps cracking all the time.”

Wow...it's a weird book. o__0

My 3 star-rating is to reflect how conflicted I feel about this one. On the one hand there are things I really enjoyed, on the other it contained two of my most hated things in fiction.

What I liked was the writing style. I've only read the English translation, but the text was kind of floaty and fairytale-like. There's a lot of metaphor and simile used, which might not be everyone's cup of tea, but I grew used to and even started to like a lot. It makes the whole book feel a bit dream-like, making me a little uncertain as to how much was "actually happening" and how much was "prettified" by Jack's state of mind.

The pacing of the plot was fine enough as well. I never felt like the story stalled or dragged just to fill up the word count. It is a short book, and the time is spent well in my opinion.

What I didn't like was that much of the drama in the latter half of the book seemed to be perpetuated by...stupid people being stupid and doing stupid things for the sake of the plot.
I get that much of the point was that emotions can lead us to do the wrong thing at the worst time just because those emotions are running high. But instead of growing and learning, in the second half it feels like the characters just...stop developing conveniently because the plot requires them to in order to keep the drama alive.
Perhaps this is partly due to my own life experience: personally I feel that people who, continually and over a long period of time, refuse to trust you, or are constantly waiting for you to cheat them, or are ready to believe the worst of you at the drop of a hat, are just not worth the battle to keep them as your friend (or more). Thus it feels like a letdown when, despite all he's done for some relationships in his life, he's condemned by allegations or the appearances of situations rather than being asked (by someone who has known him for years) whether they're true or not, or what his side of the story is. Yet, instead of identifying such relationships as toxic he never does. And in the very end he basically finds out that the first and most fundamental relationship of his life was kind of toxic too.
The worst of it is, that Jack actually seems to grown and learn a lesson just before the epilogue...in a way. But then the epilogue seems to spit on him by "our hero, if we can call him a hero." It feels like the author himself is disparaging his own work, and the reader along with it, if the reader was foolish enough to form something like empathy toward Jack.

This is yet another book in the category of "the ending spoils everything that came before." The ending is both disappointing and baffling, somehow feeling satisfying and entirely pointless. I might have felt more positively if the epilogue hadn't been included--it's really quite terrible in my opinion. It's like the author wrote a wonderful story but then just couldn't resist the urge to beat the readers over the head with an iron baseball bat labelled "exposition dump" at the last second. All the dream-like haziness is just eradicated and nothing is left up to the imagination.

Overall, I wanted to like this book, and I did for much of it. But after finishing it I rolled my eyes and kind of wished I'd never stumbled across it to begin with. Honestly it's like a drug trip: dream-like, brief, and ultimately just not worth it.