My rating: 5 of 5 stars
For a story about two different people living life after loss, this book is striking from page one.
For the first eight pages, Lambert uses a passive voice and a handful of paragraphs to detail a marriage of fifty-five years. Yep. Such was the marriage. This, people, is exactly how you use passive voice – to describe a dull existence devoid of emotional highs and lows, with as many spare words devoted to the funeral service as were devoted to the marriage. This told me almost everything I need to know about Maggy to understand her.
By contrast, the next eight pages are warm and passionate, colourful and uplifting, even though they tell the technically sadder tale of Marcel fleeing his homeland. Marcel’s story is real and present, active and exciting. And we haven’t even gotten to the marriage yet, let alone the funeral.
Already I’m hoping Maggy gets to live before she dies, and hoping Marcel is the one to give that to her.
This is a delightful story about self-confidence and self-belief, and a timely reminder of the days where women were first something to be married off, then something to bear children.
How hard it must be at any age to find the courage to live the life you want to live.
I received a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.