Snuggling up in an over-sized chair, under a dim lap, covered in a warm blanket, getting lost in an amazing book is one of my favourite ways to spend a Sunday.
Most of my Sunday and all of my Monday evening were consumed in this book. I couldn’t put it down.
A heartbroken woman stumbled upon a diary and steps into the life of its anonymous author.
In her twenties, Emily Wilson was on top of the world: she had a bestselling novel, a husband plucked from the pages of GQ, and a one-way ticket to happily ever after.
Ten years later, the tide has turned on Emily’s good fortune. So when her great-aunt Bee invites her to spend the month of March on Bainbridge Island in Washington State, Emily accepts, longing to be healed by the sea. Researching her next book, Emily discovers a red velvet diary, dated 1943, whose contents reveal startling connections to her own life. (amazon.ca)
Sarah Jio is a phenomenal story-teller. To me, the book reads like main character Emily is telling you a story, like you’re her best friend meeting for an afternoon latte.
Flashbacks to WW2 America, a slower time, a simpler time with beach frolics and slow dancing, a bit of a mystery, and first loves. It may be the first book I’ve read this year, but all others will have to live up to this.