Oh, this was so sad! I didn’t expect to be this sad! I don’t know what I expected! There was so much hope at the start that I allowed myself to be swept by it, against all logic.
Harold Fry receives a letter from his old friend Queenie, informing him that she is dying of cancer in Berwick-Upon-Tweed. Consumed by grief, Harold sets out to the post office to send his reply. After a run in with a girl at the garage, he’s seized by inspiration and decides to take an impromptu walk all the way from Devon to Berwick to save Queenie. Armed with the belief that if he keeps walking Queenie will stay alive and dressed in his yacht shoes, Harold begins his 466 miles journey, leaving his wife, Maureen, behind.
On the course of his unlikely pilgrimage, Harold meets a host of colorful characters and comes to terms with the way his life turned out. The journey is peppered with heartbreaking revelations and moments of despair but I’d like to think the ending was hopeful, if bittersweet.
I liked this book, it’s thought provoking and inspires you to get up and do something. (For the whole two minutes it take for life to suck that inspiration right out of you again.)
Harold Fry receives a letter from his old friend Queenie, informing him that she is dying of cancer in Berwick-Upon-Tweed. Consumed by grief, Harold sets out to the post office to send his reply. After a run in with a girl at the garage, he’s seized by inspiration and decides to take an impromptu walk all the way from Devon to Berwick to save Queenie. Armed with the belief that if he keeps walking Queenie will stay alive and dressed in his yacht shoes, Harold begins his 466 miles journey, leaving his wife, Maureen, behind.
On the course of his unlikely pilgrimage, Harold meets a host of colorful characters and comes to terms with the way his life turned out. The journey is peppered with heartbreaking revelations and moments of despair but I’d like to think the ending was hopeful, if bittersweet.
I liked this book, it’s thought provoking and inspires you to get up and do something. (For the whole two minutes it take for life to suck that inspiration right out of you again.)
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