When Theo arrives in the town of Golden, he is immediately struck by an extensive display of portraits hanging on the walls of the local coffee shop. His mind concocts a scheme and he begins to purchase them, one at a time, to return them to their subjects. Each time he meets another individual at the famed bench of exchange, he learns about their life and gives them encouragement. He deflects questions about himself, but draws out every person he meets.
As the inside cover proclaims, it is "a story of giving and receiving, of seeing and being seen... a beautifully crafted novel about the power of creative generosity, the importance of wonder to a purposeful life, and the invisible threads of kindness that bind us to one another." Oh, the world needs more Theos! I wish I could be a Theo. It made me think, "What can I do to uplift and encourage others?"
I could relate to this about the loss of Theo's child:
"Every thought of Tita made Theo gasp and sob at the nauseating finality of her death. The impossibility of her return, the endlessness of his waiting for her presence, the suffocating silence of the house, his inability to find any words to express what he felt, and the haunting realization that it did not have to happen drove Theo to near madness.... His suffering was aggravated by a sense of guilt that took the form of a single tormenting question, 'Did I not protect my child?'"
I could relate to Theo's explanation of port wine:
"Vintage is God's work. A grower cannot make it happen.... The roots can only grow in stony, difficult ground. The pruner's shears cut deep. The grapes are crushed and kept in the dark for decades. For the sake of the sweetness. For this very moment."
Theo's response to Tony's description of the loss of his friend, Bobbo, felt poignant: "In one sense, yes, it was an end. A terrible end. But maybe not the end. Maybe an end with a future."
I had to read this painful passage, a tribute to Simone's parents, aloud to my youngest son:
"I know what it is to love a child and to want above all else in life, that they be good and wise and happy. In honoring your son tonight, we also honor you. It is written somewhere that 'most people die with all of their songs still inside them.' Thank you for protecting Simone from that terrible fate. Because of you, he blesses us."
What a blessing this book was to me. Even though grief was front and center, it was a healing balm. If you haven't picked this book up yet, I highly recommend you do. There are too few really good things in life. Theo's character is one of them.

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