by Rachel Joyce
I really enjoyed Rachel Joyce's first book, The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, so I was looking forward to reading this one. Rachel has such lovely descriptive prose, and her turn of phrase is perfect. But do not come to this book expecting a tragi-comedy. Come expecting tragedy but no comedy. You feel constantly on your guard, expecting something awful to happen, knowing the moment is coming very soon, and when it does it is heartbreakingly sad. Catastrophic events build up to one big disaster that leaves the characters and the readers saddened and tearful. The twist at the end will have you sobbing even more.
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