Hooray for FINALLY being able to recommend a great book!
When Harold Fry receives a letter from an old coworker, notifying him that she is dying of cancer, he quickly pens a reply expressing his sadness. He takes the letter and starts walking to the post office box. But once he gets there, he decides that his reply in insufficient. He decides to walk further, and when he stops for something to eat, a girl tells him that he needs to have faith and help his friend have faith.
There begins the pilgrimage of Harold Fry. He is going to walk to his friend, all 500+ miles of it, though it ends up being more because he gets lost a few times. And since he is older and retired, he can only walk about 6 miles a day.
It is not until the big surprise at the end that the reader discovers why Harold cannot just jump in a car or pick up the phone — why he hates death so much that he refuses to let it win this time. It’s a beautiful and interesting story as Harold encounters many people on his way and is not able to heal his friend, but he is able to heal himself.
I loved this paragraph:
“It must be the same all over England. People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The inhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.”
There are a few f-bombs in here (the English are very free with their swear words) but the underlining story is wonderful. Pick it up!