I walked from Columbus Circle to Greenwich Village on a cold, sunny day last week. I had no good reason to walk, other than feeling good in the sunbeams, and thinking I might see something interesting. I found a small, trendy bookstore on Jane Street, I think, and this book was right in front of me. Unpretentious, when I felt surrounded by pretense. I read most of it on my plane ride home. Home feels different because of the words. I’m pretty sure I was meant to find this book. It spoke, so clearly, to my current frame of mind and private ruminations of the last few months. There was a moment or two when I thought it might pull away from my grasp, but it came back in stunning lines of clarity. I look forward to reading more by Sophie Ward. This was exactly what I needed to read at this time in my life. It made me feel less alone, more connected and meaningful, and propelled me forward to embrace the journey of life again. It’s a book I want to give to others. Maybe not right now. But there will come a time when those dearest to me should read the words. In the meantime, I’ll be re-reading once more hopefully over a quiet cup of coffee on a cold, snowy day, and searching again for even more perspective.
– Emily Balawejder, Goodreads