Happy Friday all!
Definitely ready for the weekend! Excited to share my review with you today for this delightful story!💛
This was a heart warming story about the power of friendship and the mother daughter relationship. Kay is fed up! Now that the nest is empty she has packed up and is leaving her husband Richard who is never wanting to do anything or go anywhere. Everyone is shocked most of all Richard and her children Stella and Edward. Kay’s first destination is Australia where she plans to check in on her longtime penpal friend Bear, Who she unexplainably has not heard from in months. A heartwarming occasionally humorous journey of discovery that takes Kay from the UK to Australia to Venice and then back again.
This was a feel-good story filled with likable somewhat quirky characters. The story was told from the perspectives of both Kay and her daughter Stella, this was clever it really added another layer to the story that would not have been there had the story been only from Kay’s point of view. We were also privy to the correspondence between Kay and Bear through the years. I liked and cared about both these characters and really wanted nothing but the best for them. I also liked how the author subtly implied that daughters tend to mirror their mothers (whether they want to or not). The book also really touched on the strength of friendship and the power of standing up for one’s self.The book also had me asking myself some questions. Does a woman need to leave her husband in order to find her self? I’d like to think not, and I am saying this as a happily divorced woman. How strongly did Kay express to her husband that she wanted to go and do these things, could they have possibly gone to Australia together? Or maybe she didn’t want to go with him? I mean she could’ve gone by herself and not left him? And then there is a question as to why Kay didn’t just give Bear a phone call? I mean I know that’s not how they communicated,but…. still. This book has also been compared to Eleanor, Ove, and Harold Fry. I loved all three of these books. While I think this book could probably be pigeonholed into the same category I didn’t think it was as quirky or as emotional. Having said this I did think this was a good book that can stand on its own 2 feet or on its own spine if you will.
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*** Big thank you to Bookouture for my gifted copy of this book. All opinions are my own. ***
About the Book
For the past twenty-nine years, Kay Bright’s days have had a familiar rhythm: she works in her husband’s stationery shop hoping to finally sell the legendary gold pen, cooks for her family, tries to remember to practice yoga, and every other month she writes to her best friend, Ursula. Kay could set her calendar by their letters: her heart lifts when the blue airmail envelope, addressed in Ursula’s slanting handwriting, falls gently onto the mat.
But now Ursula has stopped writing and everything is a little bit worse.
Ursula is the only one who knows Kay’s deepest secret, something that happened decades ago that could tear Kay’s life apart today. She has always been the person Kay relies on.
Worried, Kay gets out her shoebox of Ursula’s letters and as she reads, her unease starts to grow. And then at ten o’clock in the morning, Kay walks out of her yellow front door with just a rucksack, leaving her wedding ring on the table…
This emotional and heart-warming novel is for anyone who knows it’s never too late to look for happiness. Fans of Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine, A Man Called Ove and The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry will fall in love with this feel-good and moving story that shows you that the best friendships truly last forever.
About the Author
I’ve published three novels, with one more about to be born, in January 2020. I’ve also published two non-fiction books. I work as a book coach and creative writing tutor.
Before writing books, I did a lot of different jobs. I worked in schools, shops, offices, hospitals, students’ unions, basements, from home, in my car, and up a tree. OK, not up a tree. I’ve been a sexual health trainer, a journalist, a psychology lecturer, a PhD student, a lousy alcohol counsellor, and an inept audio-typist. I sold pens, bread, and condoms. Not in the same shop. I taught parents how to tell if their teenagers are taking drugs (clue: they act like teenagers), and taught teenagers how to put on condoms (clue: there won’t really be a cucumber). I taught rabbis how to tell if their teenagers are druggedly putting condoms on cucumbers.
Throughout this, I always wrote, and always drank a lot of tea. I’m now pretty much unbeatable at drinking tea.