This is a book I wished I had written. It is a wonderful allegory of modern life, the problems of aging, miscommunication, loss and life all done in beautiful language.
Harold, a retiree in a sterile marriage, gets a letter from a former colleague who is dying of cancer. He answers but when he goes to post he decides to deliver in person by walking from the bottom of the UK to the top. Every time I wondered how she could keep the simple plot going, she brought in another detail.
Rachel Joyce, the author, weaves, the past, present, other peoples' lives, secrets in and out.
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