The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce
Harold Fry caught me by surprise. I did not expect to love
him, and I certainly didn’t expect the book to break my heart. You know how
people say a book made them laugh, made them cry, made them think? The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry did
that to me, and I wasn’t prepared for it.
Harold Fry is a recently retired salesman from a brewery. He
was forced out once he passed a certain age, and he and his wife Maureen, live
a fairly boring life in Knightsbridge, England. They live alone, in relative
silence, with Maureen waiting for a visit from their son, David, that never
comes. One fairly inconspicuous morning, Harold eats his toast while Maureen
vacuums dust that isn’t there. Once the mail comes, Harold is surprised to
receive a letter that then changes his life.

Unprepared for a journey of this size, Harold encounters
many obstacles, including injury, broken shoes, lack of a phone, bad weather,
and unexpected company. He relies heavily upon the kindness of strangers, and shares
his story with them. Somewhere along the way, his story goes public and Harold
becomes a sensation of sorts, even getting followers. Through the whole trip
Harold focuses on getting to Queenie and tries his best to get past anything in his way.

The reader is not just in Harold’s head, but Maureen’s as well, and that gives an added perspective to Harold’s impromptu walk, and the life that led up to it. Maureen changes during Harold's walk too, and does some remembering herself.
I highly recommend this book to anyone really. It definitely
does not just appeal to people of Harold’s age. I listened to this book on
audio, and the narrator did an excellent job of portraying the emotions as well
as the “very English” polite distance Harold maintains.
It’s very rare that a book doesn’t remind me in one way or
another of another book I’ve read in the past, but I have a hard time here. I
have honestly never read a book like The
Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, and I kind of hope I never do again. It’s
one of a kind.
~Cailey W.
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