Published by Bloomsbury Publishing USA on 2015-06-02
Genres: Friendship, Science Fiction, Social Issues, Young Adult
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In a stunning literary debut, two boys on opposite ends of the world begin an unlikely friendship that will change their lives forever.
Ollie and Moritz are best friends, but they can never meet. Ollie is allergic to electricity. Contact with it causes debilitating seizures. Moritz’s weak heart is kept pumping by an electronic pacemaker. If they ever did meet, Ollie would seize. But Moritz would die without his pacemaker. Both hermits from society, the boys develop a fierce bond through letters that become a lifeline during dark times—as Ollie loses his only friend, Liz, to the normalcy of high school and Moritz deals with a bully set on destroying him.
A story of impossible friendship and hope under strange circumstances, this debut is powerful, dark and humorous in equal measure. These extraordinary voices bring readers into the hearts and minds of two special boys who, like many teens, are just waiting for their moment to shine.
I’m so excited to be participating in the tour for Because You’ll Never Meet Me! I read this book a while ago and really enjoyed it. If you haven’t read it yet and you’re a fan of YA contemporary books about friendship, you need to read this one. It’s very unique with two original characters who communicate via letters and learn about each other and themselves over the course of the book. The develop an important friendship over time and change quite a bit. I have the second letter as an excerpt here, be sure to check out Pen to Paper for the first letter and check the schedule below to follow along with the rest of the tour!
Because You’ll Never Meet Me
© Leah Thomas, 2015
Firstly, my father has confirmed that your penmanship is atrocious. At least you can spell. I would hate to outmatch you in your own language. How embarrassing that would be for you. I am sick of people deciding that being young means being ineloquent. Yet the idiots who attend school with me are too preoccupied with gossip to care about language. I do not expect them to meet my standards, but you needn’t be a Wunderkind to educate yourself.
I despise other people my age. Jugendlichen. Let them rot.
You mentioned Japanese. But the glockenspiel is a German musical instrument. Can’t you speak and write auf Deutsch? I doubt you are aware, but the glockenspiel has rarely been used in hip-hop music. I pity your ears for never having been graced by Public Enemy.
Secondly, you are correct. We will not be meeting. This has little to do with your deafening personality. I am electric. Exposure to me would floor you.
Doubtless that hyperactive mind of yours is already jumping to outlandish conclusions: “My, is he an android? What sort of monstrosity is he, the son of one of my doctor’s old friends? What is he, that he is electric? A reanimated corpse, veins coursing with lightning? Oh boy!” Calm yourself. This is not science fiction. This is not fun.
For the past five years, my heart has remained pumping only with the assistance of a small apparatus that feeds electric pulses into the lower-left chamber. If I ever met you, the electricity in my rib cage would trigger your seizures. If I shut off my pacemaker to spare you that, my blood flow would weaken. I could go into shock or even cardiac arrest. You could kill me.
Your postscript teaser fails to impress me. I have died also, Oliver UpandFree. (I feel foolish writing that. I will call you Oliver.) Dying was not an enjoyable experience. It’s enough to say that I woke from death with an electric heart. You and I will certainly never meet.
And yet I do have a morbid interest in continuing our correspondence. I may have chuckled once while Father read your words to me yesterday evening. If I were sickened by phones, by vehicles and amplifiers, and not merely sickened by my classmates, perhaps I would resort to babbling as well. Not that this excuses you.
I thought I had seen EVERYTHING. But your mother is right. Your worldview is remarkable. So is your earsplitting enthusiasm. So I do not blame her for hiding in the garage. I am not certain that I want to share the details of my life with you. I do not trust you, Oliver. I am uncomfortable with spitting every thought I have ever had onto paper. People like you do not realize what power words have. Words are impossible to see. Words can be twisted in so many directions. Some of us are more careful with them.
As for your questions about “secret laboratories,” I am not nearly as interested in this subject as you are. Talk about something you know about. If you don’t want to be bored, don’t bore me. There’s nothing fascinating about laboratories, in my experience.
Tell me more about your life. If you must.
Besides. It is more entertaining if I do not speak.
P.S. Yes. A man can drown in an inch of water. But in Germany we would call it 2.54 centimeters of water. The metric system is altogether superior.
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Leah Thomas frequently loses battles of wits against her students and her stories. When she’s not huddled in cafes, she’s usually at home pricking her fingers in service of cosplay. Leah lives in San Diego, California, and Because You’ll Never Meet Me is her debut novel. Follow her on Twitter @blunderkinder.