Sometimes I read a book, and I think, “Really?” This is one of those books. This is not the worst book I’ve ever read,
but it’s way down there. I don’t even
know how to classify this book, because it’s so nonsensical. Borderline fantasy, maybe. The unnamed first-person narrator is a
twenty-something woman living in Berlin. She becomes obsessed with Moon
(“mooning” over him), a member of a Korean boy band called the pack of
boys. She writes a fictional story about
him, using the placeholder Y/N, so that the reader can insert “Your Name” for
the person in a relationship with Moon. When Moon decides to step back from the
band in real life, the narrator travels to Seoul on a quest to find him. She eventually tracks him to a convalescent
home called the Sanctuary where she sees a boy who looks like Moon. Here’s her thought process, from page 154:
“In fact, his resemblance possibly proved he wasn’t
Moon. Similarity precluded
equivalence: If the boy were Moon, I’d
never say he looked like Moon, just like I’d never say that I looked like
myself.”
This odd deductive logic is my favorite passage in the book,
but it’s a good example of how weird the whole thing is. On the plus side, the cover art is stunning,
but you know what they say: You can’t
judge a book by . . . .