The Unlikely Pilgrimage Of Harold Fry

I finished this subtly mind-blowing book the other day. There, that is the review in a sentence. I, honestly, do not know what genre to put this book into.

I said in my Goodreads review that some or most books are about making loud statements. Books that feel like they need to shock you or scare you or shake you to get attention or to get their point across. This book isn’t like that. It is quiet. It is subtle. It seems mediocre until you get halfway through the book and realize the entire night has passed and you just kept turning the pages.

It has a very different method of making a statement. It could have been one of those fast-paced shocking thriller type but the author, Rachel Joyce, chose not to go down that road and I really respect the way she chose to write this because honestly, this is what life is like. It creeps up on you and you only realize how much things have changed when you look back on the life that you have lived and see the stark differences.

Most people who prefer to read the loud kind of books might not like it. They’ll tell you it’s the story of a man who takes a really long walk to go see a friend and his story unfolds in the form of memories and that is SO BORING. But honestly though, that is what makes this book such a great read. Because isn’t that what our lives are actually like?

What I loved about it was how true it was to life. An old man, not used to living a really active life since his retirement, chooses to take control of it and give himself a purpose to right a wrong he believed he did a long time back. He believed he could fix things. And in his own way he paid his penance for the wrong and at the same time came to terms with his own life and faced his own problems. Sometimes loss is what tells us how precious somethings are. How precious some people are.

This book weaves all the subtleties; all the truths of a life lived, into one man’s story. Of having never dealt with things, of never having fought for them, of never righting a wrong, of letting relationships go, of neglecting to do anything that could change things, of regrets, of loss, of guilt, of everything human.

I would recommend this book to anyone with half a brain.

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