Book Reviews

The Boy with The Cuckoo-Clock Heart

UPDATE: The animated movie is in! With different languages, I prefer the French one better. And the song when Jack and Miss Acacia met for the first time… it was beautiful! Flamme à Lunettes by Dionysos. You should hear it out!! Check the youtube video here.


I don’t want there to be things you love about me, I want you to love all of me.
Little Jack

The more I hate a book, the more I love it. I’ve been hating books for a long time now and this one with Little Jack, doesn’t top the list. Yet, it’s in the list. Gratifyingly. I hate this because I’m hypnotized with books like it. The magnetic pull bullets me to a fast train of adventure. It’s a dangerous attraction, me and it. But it’s an attraction I rather have.

interesting and tantalizing cover
La mécanique du coeur


FIRSTLY: don’t touch the hands of your cuckoo-clock heart. SECONDLY: master your anger. THIRDLY: never, ever fall in love. For if you do, the hour hand will poke through your skin, your bones will shatter, and your heart will break once more.

Edinburgh, 1874. Born with a frozen heart, Jack is near death when his mother abandons him to the care of Dr. Madeleine—witch doctor, midwife, protector of orphans—who saves Jack by placing a cuckoo clock in his chest. And it is in her orphanage that Jack grows up among tear-filled flasks, eggs containing memories, and a man with a musical spine.

As Jack gets older, Dr. Madeleine warns him that his heart is too fragile for strong emotions: he must never, ever fall in love. And, of course, this is exactly what he does: on his tenth birthday and with head-over-heels abandon. The object of his ardor is Miss Acacia—a bespectacled young street performer with a soul-stirring voice. But now Jack’s life is doubly at risk—his heart is in danger and so is his safety after he injures the school bully in a fight for the affections of the beautiful singer.

Now begins a journey of escape and pursuit, from Edinburgh to Paris to Miss Acacia’s home in Andalusia. Mathias Malzieu’s The Boy with the Cuckoo-Clock Heart is a fantastical, wildly inventive tale of love and heartbreak—by turns poignant and funny—in which Jack finally learns the great joys, and ultimately the greater costs, of owning a fully formed heart.


To point out, I hate the girl. I hate her, totally do. It’s gripping me to the core and I soooo want Little Jack to hate her. Obviously, he doesn’t. Imagine MY frustration. I hate the ending. Don’t give me in ten years, in three years idea. Bull! It doesn’t amount to the greater lost of the times being left unsaid. Mr. Author, you could have placed a wonderful plot in between! I hate their decisions. I wasn’t anticipating stupid ideals. These were tough decisions (if I may say so), those that could have been easily avoided. NO, not in this book. they head for it straight on.

I predicted this as a pop-out children’s book. I was escaping my stubborn and boring world and thus my decision of reading about a guy with a heart that chimes. However, it’s actually upside down. The imaginary world just existed inside Little Jack’s head. If a fantasy hurts the heart, imagine how reality bites. It hurts a lot more.

Little Jack; I’d give many ticking tocks of time just to have a guy like him. He was the epitome of love everlasting. He was a boy of profound emotions. He speaks not in riddles but in flowers to a girl he loves so desperately. He was the enduring promise of fiery passion, childish dream, and creative words. It was amazing to read his feelings out from a limited collection of letters. (The author thought this through.) A thunderstorm of daisies? It sounds wonderful. Little Jack went on a journey so short yet the hours so long. The way he describes the love of his life seemed endless and romantic. He was in love. Mr. Author, you made me sigh.

Madeleine; a mother born out of fondness, kindness and denial. She couldn’t keep what was bound to be free. She was a witch she accepted and came true. But her human heart was as identical to the mothers we all have; she’d rather keep the caterpillar in a cocoon rather then letting it fly and spread its wings. And because of her selfishness, Little Jack was forever handicapped.

I’m spouting things to spoil you up, haven’t I? Let me just say this tiny bit of information, about Joe.
Joe is the pitiful guy who, like Little Jack, is suffering from a love that runs deep. And because of this love, he is the antagonist of the story. Poor soul.

I hate how quickly I finished reading this. I wanted to prolong it, but somehow it felt unfair to Little Jack. 😦
Read this and tell me what you think.  Let us clash or agree. Let us explore the blood and veins and the inner workings inside Little Jack’s heart–deeper than the clock.

Got from MY Review


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