Carmen Pocania > Recent Status Updates

Is it too early to declare my love for this book?

“She’s fifteen, above the age of consent, and he’s seventeen, but he’s still ‘the boy’ in every conversation. She’s ’the young woman’. Words are not small things.”

This book is so identically layered it almost feels like an echo?! Maybe I’ve changed. Or maybe I was broken from the start? I miss Backman’s sharp and sassy dialogue, his sarcastic little jabs that makes the characters pop off the page. Not enough. Here, everyone feels muted. Heavy. I get that it’s part of the theme, its own silence, but I wish someone would scream.

Backman really takes his time building the world of Beartown. I appreciate the detail, but I’m this close 🤏 to putting the book down if something doesn’t happen in the next 50 pages. *hoping the slow burn pays off soon*

Meh…

URGHHHHHH!!!

Finally!

'We used to be the we he talked about'—a simple phrase, yet it holds the weight of a thousand f*cking heartaches. For those who have felt the sting of love lost, the 'we' lingers like an echo, a reminder of what was once whole but now lies broken. A subtle shift from unity to separation. <>