A British man and an American woman walk the Camino—almost by accident. Both have their own reasons for undertaking the walk. Martin wants to test and sell a cart he has developed, and escape his failed marriage. Zoe is recently, suddenly, widowed and doesn’t know how to move on with her life. They start out apart—not even liking each other, then, slowly (oh, SO slowly), a relationship begins to develop.
An interesting premise, but I’m afraid I found Two Steps almost as hard going as walking the Camino. It was dreadfully slow and none of the characters interested me. I was hoping to find more about the reality of the Camino from reading this book (the authors have walked it twice), and to feel something of the emotions experienced along the way, but there’s very little about the walk, the landscape, the towns and churches, Two Steps is all about the two characters and I never did warm to them—not because they’re unpleasant or dislikable, they’re just so colourless. There’s a seemingly endless reiteration of small, unimportant, uninteresting detail about two terribly dull lives. There's no emotional depth at all. With no real highs or lows, it’s flat as the proverbial tortilla. And it is much too long—having two writers write alternate chapters is another good idea, but it made the story immensely slow to develop, going round and around for a long time, not getting anywhere and nothing of interest happening at all. Even the supporting cast—selfish Bernhard and the giddy Brazilians—did nothing for me, they were all as under-developed, as vapid and uninteresting, as the main pair. It’s been such a dull read, it’s taken me forever to plough through and, having finally finished it (at last), I find almost nothing memorable in it at all. Frankly, the current BBC series in which a bunch of moaning minor celebrities walk the Camino has a world more depth, interest and genuine emotion in it than this novel and tells the tale far more entertainingly too.