by Rachel Joyce is my latest read.
I really enjoyed the book. It had a quiet sense throughout. There's no hot sex, no who killed whom, no violence, no blood, just a gentle steady flow both forward and reflectively back.
Harold Fry goes through many transformations and you can't help but love him, not only for what seems to be a naive choice in the beginning to the profound lesson he learns in the end.
Here's an interview with the author -
If you want some solitude in thought and word, let Harold guide you.

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