He (Sam) thought back over the extraordinary, coincidental chain of events that had brought him here at this particular time and then left him marooned so that he had no choice but to stay. With hindsight, it seemed as though it had been carefully mapped out by fate. Some – hopefully benign being; the influence of his star sign, perhaps, or the incomprehensible magnetism of ancient lay lines.
I started listening to the audio of Winter Solstice by Rosamunde Pilcher in November, but didn’t get through it before it was due back to the library. My hold came back again this week and I hurried to listen through to the end. I enjoyed listening to this wintertime story. I could smell the bacon cooking and feel the snow falling as I read Pilcher’s delightful prose. Or maybe I’m getting mixed up with my own life. But truly – a good story of loss, grief, love, redemption and I enjoyed reading it.
What Do The Eyes Say?
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