Proved an easy read... A rash decision to get in the car and go where the car pointed.... a woman new to widowhood finds herself in Norfolk where she rents a cottage leaving her
north-London home whilst she explores her feelings and new situation.
What the woman does is made more possible as she transpires not to have children or a job to consider. She is a woman who seems quite resilient, very independent with a feisty dimension.
Descriptions that took my attention were:
"The sort of vagueness born of emotional exhaustion."
"How death arrives all done and dusted."
"Death's intransigence that's so hard to swallow."
"Contain within oneself reservoirs of anguish."
"Statistics identifying the multitude of deaths", new widows in an instant, "how this does not generate comfort."
"You don't wake up each morning feeling a tiny bit better than the day before."
Written by a male author makes this story even more remarkable (some readers would despair at my opinion) as he captures a substantial part of the journey that takes place.
A candid account that is quite believable and honest, elements of which, I can relate to.
I loved the use of simple words such as: traipsing, pally, vivacious, feisty, sparkly, gawping, stoicism, reprehensible, resolve as well as tetchy.
A novel I am glad to have made time to read.
It is one route to settling with the past, to arrive at engaging in the present but yet to believe in the future.
I score this read 6/10 (10 is high)
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