The Lost Letter by Jillian Cantor: most of the times I am not happy when a book tells two stories in parallel. Usually one of them is more exciting and I just wish to get to the next chapter. But ‘The Lost Letter’ is different in this aspect. Both stories, the one from 1939 in Austria as well as the second one from LA in 1989, are fascinating and I rooted for all the characters. Even though philately is usually not my thing, I didn’t find it boring but rather an interesting backdrop for this book.
Olive, Again by Elizabeth Strout: After reading the first book ‘Olive Kitteridge’ and watching the series, I really wanted to know more. ‘Olive, Again’ helped therefore, although I found it heart-breaking in part. Characters you have started to like all of a sudden disappear. But this is life. It just happens, and when you least expect it, it can be over. There is no white-washing of the joy of aging in this book. Makes you wonder if you want to go there after all.
When I Found You by Catherin Ryan Hyde: This was the first book in while which I read sitting on the couch. Nowadays I prefer the tv to reading while at home. But this story drew me in and I just wanted to keep going. It’s an interesting thought that there is someone in your live who never gives up on you. Who supports you and us there for you, no matter what. Maybe this is exactly what we need in times like these.
The Two Lives of Lydia Bird by Josie Silver: Finally at the end of the year I managed to choose some books which kept me enthralled. This one I read into the long hours of the night. And I had to force myself to stop so that I could get up the next morning. I love when that happens because rarely do I find books which capture me completely. Josie Silver wrote ‘One Day in December‘ which I loved. So what could go wrong with reading another one of her books? Nothing, exactly! I loved it although I cried a lot.
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