There are two kinds of novels that move me. One feels like a comfy chat with a friend, over a cup of tea. The other sort keeps me off kilter, not quite sure of my footing. Clare Mackintosh has just delivered both. She cleverly quotes from Robert Frost's two roads diverging in a wood, to gently remind us that our choice of paths is just that; a choice. There are other paths to be considered.
Loving parents, Pip and Max have arrived at a major fork in the road. Their 2-year-old son Dylan (and his aggressive brain tumor) stands firmly between the two roads, demanding an answer. A decision. Now. Mercy is the obvious answer. But how many faces does mercy have? Quite a few, actually. And if your partner does not agree with your chosen path? What then? How many turns in the road can love withstand, before becoming lost? Or found. I will be thinking about Max, Pip and sweet Dylan for a very long time. Wondering what road I might have traveled.