Dear Fahrenheit 451 has a clever conceit. One I wish I had thought of myself. One I am tempted to steal.
Dear Dear Fahrenheit 451,
You made me laugh out loud, dearest Dear Fahrenheit. Your author Annie Spence is a funny writer with a breezy style that is enjoyable in small doses. Thankfully, there was no law that I had to read you straight through from cover to cover. I gave myself permission to read a few of your author’s letters to books at a time and then reading something else. Otherwise, it would be like eating an entire box of chocolates at once, I would have a sugar coma and a stomach ache. Actually, it would probably be more like eating peeps, there’s very little substance in those letters.
Your author, Annie, writes to books as though she is writing to a friend, confessional and casual. I guess working in a library leads to having opinions on all sorts of books which is why the selection of books is so very esoteric. Some might say strange. Nonetheless, it was a fun read in small bites.
So I will give high marks for the clever conceit. The idea of letters to books is so clever. Sadly, the letters were not half as clever as the concept. It’s probably just me, but if I were going to write dozens of letters to books, I might try to write the sort of letters that people used to write when people actually wrote letters. Most of these letters sound like breezy, effort-free e-mails sent on a whim. I never got the sense that your writer paused to gather her thoughts, but wrote right off the top of her head. Perhaps that is her intent and she artfully succeeds at seeming as though she put next to no effort into the book. I don’t know, so I am giving her bonus points for creating the impression that she didn’t really try.
Your constant Tonstant.
p.s. Where’s the “Love and Heartbreak” promised in the subtitle?
Dear Fahrenheit 451 will be released on September 26th. I received an e-galley from NetGalley for advance review.