When a book comes highly recommended by a person who has reviewed a sizeable number of books in the bookshop that she runs, one has to take her opinion seriously.
That is exactly what I did when I bought this rather unusually titled book from a beautiful bookstore in Durham.
It took me a while to warm up to the story though, but I felt myself being dragged into the pilgrimage that Harold Fry undertakes in the belief that as long as he walks, her friend Queenie, a person battling cancer, will live.
So begins a six hundred mile walk through the picturesque and unpredictable English countryside, to the hospice where Queenie is admitted.
Rachel has been quite successful in capturing the essence of the protagonists of her story. As it is a family drama, one feels familiar with them and uderstands them quite intimately by the end of the novel.
As Harold struggled to finish his journey and through his walk, unravel the mess his life had become, I battled an urge to continue reading even though my eyes were tired and just wanted to go into deep sleep.