The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry
by Rachel Joyce
2012 / 336 Pages
Some books one picks up just hit a nerve, touch off a series of memories that have been repressed. They can remind you of a person, place or thing with such a choke hold that you can’t put them down for fear of forgetting about the experience that book has opened back up to you. When you do put the book down you reminisce about the person, place or thing before getting up to continue about your day. The Tiger’s Wife by Tea Obreht was one of these books for me and now Rachel Joyce’s The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry is another.
Have you ever woken up one morning and realized you have wasted X number of years of your life? Have you ever realized that you have allowed a person, place or thing use and manipulate you to the point that you no longer know who you are and what you want out of life? Have you ever woken up to realize how short life is and you only have the opportunity to live life once?