I thought it was fitting and brought the book together nicely. I felt bad for them, but I couldn’t relate.
I’ve never lost someone close to me and I don’t know how it feels to nurse a memory for twenty years. Part of why I disliked this book so much was that the characters are so far removed from myself. I don’t think either character was likable for the entirety of the book and there are very few other characters from which to pick a favorite. I felt bad for Harold and I liked Maureen for her concern and care. I liked Harold enough for the first half of the book, but I started feeling bad for him in the last bit of the book and it made me like Maureen more. I was caught between laughing and feeling bad for them at the same time and it was somewhat uncomfortable. I felt like they were cartoons of real people at times and it felt odd to me as a reader. Maureen admitted to talking to herself on a regular basis. Harold didn’t seem to have any common sense at times and other moments, he would seem completely sane. I thought Harold and Maureen were just a bit off. I think this book would appeal to people older than myself, maybe 40+, who have more experience with marriage and children growing up, but I’m not at a point in my life where this book appealed to me. I was happy when I finished it only because I could start something else. It didn’t appeal to me at all and I had trouble relating to any of the characters, which made for a very forced read. I don’t think I’m the target audience for this book. Determined to walk six hundred miles to the hospice, Harold believes that as long as he walks, Queenie will live. In his yachting shoes and light coat, Harold Fry embarks on an urgent quest. But before Harold mails off a quick reply, a chance encounter convinces him that he absolutely must deliver his message to Queenie in person.
Queenie Hennessy is in hospice and is writing to say goodbye. Then one morning a letter arrives, addressed to Harold in a shaky scrawl, from a woman he hasn’t heard from in twenty years. Little differentiates one day from the next. He lives in a small English village with his wife, Maureen, who seems irritated by almost everything he does. The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce
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