I am so, so glad that I read this book. It was recommended to me months ago by a co-worker and by my aunt. Upon finishing it, I immediately called them both to rave.
The Art of Hearing Heartbeats is a beautiful story of a young woman, Julia who travels to her father’s homeland of Burma. Her father has been mysteriously missing for four years, and after finding a love letter to a woman she has never heard of, Julia knows the answers she needs lies in a small, improvised village. There, Julia truly gets to know her father,Tin Win, as an old man from the village tells her about Tin Win and his love affair with a crippled woman named Mi Mi.
The story had me mesmerized me from the very beginning. The author goes back and forth between Tin Win and Mi Mi’s story and Julie’s reaction to hearing it for the first time decades later. Even though I knew the outcome, because of Julia’s narrative, that didn’t make me not root for Tin Win and Mi Mi. Throughout the book, there is a hopefulness that kept me reading. There is the idea that true love can really conquer all, that true love is all that matters, that love can move mountains. And as cliche as that may seem, I loved every minute of it.