
An incredibly sweet and a little sad contemporary romance about grief and friendship and love. This is quite lovely, if occasionally twee. It definitely is a cosy read, but careful if you are dealing with the loss of a loved one. 4⭐️

An incredibly sweet and a little sad contemporary romance about grief and friendship and love. This is quite lovely, if occasionally twee. It definitely is a cosy read, but careful if you are dealing with the loss of a loved one. 4⭐️

A moving book about grief and love, perhaps my favorite of the year. I couldn‘t put this book down. Andie was infuriating at times, but her self doubt was real and easy to relate to. Book #98 in 2025 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I just loved this.
I picked it up from Book Outlet a while ago on impulse, somehow it had passed my notice when it came out in 2022, and then pulled it off my shelf the other day on a whim. Very much the right book at the right time. McCracken's writing is beautiful, thoughtful, and full of love.
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“We are not idealized wild things.
We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.”

“We imagined we knew everything the other thought, even when we did not necessarily want to know it, but in fact, I have come to see, we knew not the smallest fraction of what there was to know.”

#poetry #MaryOliver #joy #grief 💜💜💜

I am still working on the Booker longlist and was excited that this one was a shorter read. Little did I know it would take me the longest amount of time to read and honestly in the end the effort didn‘t seem worth it to me. It is not a bad book, it just didn‘t click with me.

My husband of 33 years passed away from a brave battle with ALS at the age of 63 a few weeks ago. This season of Joy looks a little different for me this year. I‘m hoping to find happiness this season in the faces of my children and grandchildren as we grieve his loss together.

C.S. Lewis wrote this after the death of his beloved wife. Their time together was short, but it was all the more poignant because their connection was so intense. He was left wishing for all the years they might have had together. He is so honest about his pain making him question his faith.
“No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.”
“Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.”

I really enjoy Brooke‘s writing in general. This memoir focuses on her husband‘s unexpected passing. It‘s as raw as it is insightful while sharing a glimpse of her life. I hope writing this memoir,
sharing stories, and writing through this difficult period helped her to navigate her grief.