Get ready, bookworms… Today we are kicking off our next Book Club! We’re all big readers here at, so Book Club meetings are one of our favorite parts of the job. We’re super excited to pick up this summer read and dive right in! The next book we are reading is The Museum of Heartbreak by Meg Leder. If you’d like to join in, read to the end of the “Red Cowboy Boots” chapter (page 141 in the hard cover book) by July 20th, which is when we’ll be discussing the first half here on the site.

To get you as excited as we are, here is the book’s description…

Check out our latest book club read: The Museum of Heartbreak

In this ode to all the things we gain and lose and gain again, seventeen-year-old Penelope Marx curates her own mini-museum to deal with all the heartbreaks of love, friendship, and growing up.

Welcome to the Museum of Heartbreak.

Well, actually, to Penelope Marx’s personal museum. The one she creates after coming face to face with the devastating, lonely-making butt-kicking phenomenon known as heartbreak.

Heartbreak comes in all forms: There’s Keats, the charmingly handsome new guy who couldn’t be more perfect for her. There’s possibly the worst person in the world, Cherisse, whose mission in life is to make Penelope miserable. There’s Penelope’s increasingly distant best friend Audrey. And then there’s Penelope’s other best friend, the equal-parts-infuriating-and-yet-somehow-amazing Eph, who has been all kinds of confusing lately.

But sometimes the biggest heartbreak of all is learning to let go of that wondrous time before you ever knew things could be broken…

One of the most exciting parts about this book club is that it will culminate in a live Twitter chat with the author herself! And to kick things off, we have the exclusive scoop on what would be in author Meg Leder’s own personal ‘Museum of Heartbreak.’ Check it out below…

Author Meg Leder’s Personal Museum of Heartbreak

I have always loved “stuff”—souvenirs from vacations, silver charms for my charm bracelet, a set of tiny dishes from my childhood dollhouse, my collection of deer figurines. To me, these items represent earlier versions of me, with all the accompanying fears and hopes, sadness’s and joys.

So when I was trying to figure out how my main character in my novel The Museum of Heartbreak would deal with all the changes she’s going through—the end of a relationship, evolving friendships, growing up—stuff seemed like a natural starting place. In the book, Penelope curates a small museum filled with seemingly insignificant everyday items—a candy wrapper, an old sweatshirt, a childhood book. But as you read her story, you learn that they’re how she tries to make sense of everything she’s going through, while hopefully winning back the heart of the boy she’s lost.

Most of us have these items stashed away—our own personal museums of heartbreak—the small pieces that represent earlier parts of our lives and loves. Below, you’ll find some of mine…

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1. Anne of Green Gables. I think one of my earliest heartbreaks was realizing the character Gilbert Blythe was fictional. I don’t think I’ll ever find anyone in real life who loves me as much as Gilbert loves Anne.

2. Locket. My Grandma Connor gave me this locket when I was in eighth grade. It belonged to her older sister Dorothy, who died before my grandma was born. I miss my grandmother tremendously, and I love that she trusted me with this cherished possession.

3. Letters. Growing up, my best friend Cindy and I wrote letters to our future selves, hiding them on the ledge in my bedroom closet. These letters are a marvelous time capsule of who we used to be—small windows into childhoods we’ve both since left behind.

4. Silver egg on wheels. One of the first people I fell in love with won this for me at an art show. Even though he and I eventually broke up, to me it represents what it was like to fall for him—it’s shiny and quirky and surprising and totally new.

5. Cat collar. On my first day living in an apartment by myself, I adopted a long-haired black-and-white cat from a shelter in Cincinnati. I named him Baxter, after my favorite author Charles Baxter. B, as I called him, was my constant companion for the next 14 years, and I carry his collar on my key chain so I can remind myself of what it feels like to be unconditionally loved.

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