Seven years later came Ruby, their daughter, and then John Keats, their rescue dog. But then she met an obituary writer, Leo, and within months, they were engaged. Readers excited for a moving and beautifully crafted narrative should run to it! A new favorite read awaits.Įmma was quite certain she’d never fall in love again. Looking directly at the ways we lie to ourselves and those we hold most dear, it nonetheless finds room for hope. It captures ever so convincingly the lengths one might go to hide the traumas of the past and the wounds of the present. and it is time to figure out what comes next.ĭespite its explosive premise, The Love of My Life is a novel possessed of great tenderness and warmth. It becomes quickly apparent that perhaps Leo has married a stranger. Then the threads making up the woman he thinks he knows-and loved, loves?-begin to unravel. Until he is charged with writing her obituary-after all, she is a renowned biologist. He writes about the deceased, often unfortunate or ill-fated, but he has struck into some luck, having fallen into a whirlwind romance with his beautiful and brilliant wife, Emma. But what if the life they knew was all an elaborate lie? What if they had no idea about the real you? You might be in a bit of a pickle then. When you pass, who would you want to tell the story of your life? Maybe a friend, or perhaps a sibling, maybe your spouse.
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