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A review by awolfie75
No Two Persons by Erica Bauermeister
5.0
I LOVE a book about a book. It’s my favorite sub genre. Books about books.
And when it is a really great book about a book? That’s the best, it’s a unicorn.
Jen Cannon rec’d this one and I trust her implicitly. I knew I was in for it.
In the real world, “Theo” is one of those books that would be a slow then raging bestseller. One that would be posted over and over on social media book clubs with raving reviews. Schools would want to both teach it and ban it. The one scene that is described? The boy with the tomatoes?
The first time I read the reader going over that scene was one thing, but every other reader going over it? Over and over? Now it’s visceral. I’ve not read that scene but I have. The red tomato, the brown dirt, the boy’s eyes, the fist … I can see it.
This is where a lot of readers would say they want to read Theo, but where I’ll depart from that because that’s not the point. I’ve probably read Theo. God knows I’ve read books that imparted a knowledge that I still think was just for me. Every book I’ve read was just for me.
Every time a past reader showed up in a new reader vignette? I would uncontrollably sob, just once.
The final few sentences? Sucked the air right out of me. I wonder where that was going at the time. Brilliance.
So, I’m giving this book the best compliment I can.
Stuck. The. Ending.
This one is rare. Read it.
And when it is a really great book about a book? That’s the best, it’s a unicorn.
Jen Cannon rec’d this one and I trust her implicitly. I knew I was in for it.
In the real world, “Theo” is one of those books that would be a slow then raging bestseller. One that would be posted over and over on social media book clubs with raving reviews. Schools would want to both teach it and ban it. The one scene that is described? The boy with the tomatoes?
The first time I read the reader going over that scene was one thing, but every other reader going over it? Over and over? Now it’s visceral. I’ve not read that scene but I have. The red tomato, the brown dirt, the boy’s eyes, the fist … I can see it.
This is where a lot of readers would say they want to read Theo, but where I’ll depart from that because that’s not the point. I’ve probably read Theo. God knows I’ve read books that imparted a knowledge that I still think was just for me. Every book I’ve read was just for me.
Every time a past reader showed up in a new reader vignette? I would uncontrollably sob, just once.
The final few sentences? Sucked the air right out of me. I wonder where that was going at the time. Brilliance.
So, I’m giving this book the best compliment I can.
Stuck. The. Ending.
This one is rare. Read it.