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In The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry , Harold believes that if he walks from his home on the South coast of England to where Queenie Hennessy is in a hospice on the North coast of England, he will be able to save her And there is a reason he wants to save her.In The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy , Queenie is on her own pilgrimage while in the hospice She is reviewing her life, and particularly the years since she met Harold Fry at work he says in the stationary cabinet, while she says it was in the canteen For twenty four years Queenie has quietly and secretly loved Harold and she is intent on writing out her story in a long letter to him There are parts of her story she feels compelled to tell Harold about.Queenie is offered assistance in her mission by Sister Mary Inconnue Queenie can no longer speak as they had to remove part of her throat and tongue in their effort to save her life from cancer So Queenie writes out her story in shorthand and Sister Mary Inconnue transcribes the pages, faithfully typing them out nearly every day.This story, Queenie s story, is distressing and uplifting it is poignant and happy There is mourning and there is laughter The Sisters and volunteers in the hospice embrace all the patients as family, enjoying their small victories and sharing their sorrows Queenie writes about this as well She wants to write down everything so when Harold reads it, he can experience the context of her journey as well.When news of Harold Fry s pilgrimage spreads throughout the hospice, so does a new atmosphere of hope A banner is constructed and a special corner set up for Harold Fry s postcards and to pin up any news of his pilgrimage It becomes a great occasion any time a postcard arrives and everyone becomes part of the excitement.In between times, Queenie writes and writes some Even when she is fatigued and her hand is sore, she continues to write Her story unfolds like memories do sometimes 24 years ago, sometimes 4 years ago, and sometimes even further than 24 years ago Queenie is writing a very long letter she is also composing a love song Queenie also knows that she will not be finished until she has written Harold with all the secrets she has harbored for years Queenie burns for Harold s forgiveness for one secret in particular.This book is beautifully written and the story is engaging from the first page There are some tearful moments while reading Queenie s journey through her life, yet nothing had prepared me for the end When it was over tears were raining down my cheeks, wetly blending wonder and sadness together.I cannot recommend this book highly enough, and to receive the full impact of the beautiful story of Harold Fry and Queenie Hennessy, I strongly recommend they be read in order. EXCERPT Your letter arrived this morning We were in the dayroom for morning activities Everyone was asleep.Sister Lucy, who is the youngest nun volunteering in the hospice, asked if anyone would like to help with her new jigsaw Nobody answered Scrabble she said.Nobody stirred How about Mousetrap said Sister Lucy That s a lovely game I was in a chair by the window Outside, the winter evergreens flapped and shivered One lone seagull balanced in the sky Hangman said Sister Lucy Anyone A patient nodded, and Sister Lucy fetched paper By the time she d got sorted, pens and a glass of water and so on, he was dozing again.Life is different for me at the hospice The colors, the smells, the way a day passes But I close my eyes and I pretend that the heat of the radiator is the sun on my hands and the smell of lunch is salt in the air I hear the patients cough, and it is only the wind in my garden by the sea I can imagine all sorts of things, Harold, if I put my mind to it.Sister Catherine strode in with the morning delivery Post she sang Full volume Look what I have here Oh, oh, oh, went everyone, sitting up.Sister Catherine passed several brown envelopes, forwarded, to a Scotsman known as Mr Henderson There was a card for the new young woman She arrived yesterday I don t know her name There is a big man they call the Pearly King, and he had another parcel though I have been here a week and I haven t yet seen him open one The blind lady, Barbara, received a note from her neighbor Sister Catherine read it out spring is coming, it said The loud woman called Finty opened a letter informing her that if she scratched off the foil window, she would discover that she d won an exciting prize And, Queenie, something for you Sister Catherine crossed the room, holding out an envelope Don t look so frightened I knew your writing One glance and my pulse was flapping Great, I thought I don t hear from the man in twenty years, and then he sends a letter and gives me a heart attack.THE BLURB When Queenie Hennessy discovers that Harold Fry is walking the length of England to save her, and all she has to do is wait, she is shocked Her note had explained she was dying How can she wait A new volunteer at the hospice suggests that Queenie should write again only this time she must tell Harold everything In confessing to secrets she has hidden for twenty years, she will find atonement for the past As the volunteer points out, Even though you ve done your travelling, you re starting a new journey too Queenie thought her first letter would be the end of the story She was wrong It was the beginning MY THOUGHTS I didn t want this book to endI quite fell in love with Miss Queenie Hennessey and the other residents of the hospice.This book moved me to tears, made me laugh, made me think about me relationship with my mother, with my grandmothers, with my sons.It made me remember how selfish we are as young adults, so uncertain in ourselves, but so certain that we know so much than our parents.It brought back memories, both good and painful This delightful book is a journey in itself.Queenie has had to move into the hospice to die she is removed from her beloved house by the sea and her sea garden, her garden of tribute to those she has loved, her garden of memories.Faced by her imminent death, she writes to Harold Fry, her unrequited love, and he sets out to walk the length of England to be with her Scared that she will not live long enough to see him, she takes up the challenge when a new volunteer at the hospice suggests that Queenie should write again only this time she must tell Harold everything.His unlikely pilgrimage captivates the other hospice residents, with whom Queenie who has kept herself apart since her arrival slowly makes friends.I will be seeking out Rachel Joyce s other works An unreserved recommendation from me.I own my copy of this book All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions Please refer to my Goodreads.com profile page or the about page on sandysbookaday.wordpress.com for an explanation of my rating system This review and others are also published on my blog sandysbookaday.wordpress.com I actually enjoyed this even than The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry At first I was not so sure because Queenie came across as a very insipid and needy person and I wondered how she was going to sustain a whole book But then the story moved into the hospice and up popped all these marvellous characters I ended up enjoying the parts of the story about the hospice much than the parts relating to her past life and Harold Fry The author achieved a remarkable balance between happy and sad and it was so good to see Queenie finally realise her life had not been so bad after all The end ties in very neatly with the ending of its companion volume Very well done indeed and I will certainly read books by Rachel Joyce. As much as I loved The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, I liked this one even Both of these books contain the stories of ordinary lives, made extraordinary because of the actions of the characters to connect with others Harold s story was his walking 600 miles to see Queenie before she died Queenie s story was about her wait for him in the hospice, to stay alive until he arrived Along the way, we get both their histories.Waiting with Queenie are the other dying patients at the hospice and the gentle nuns who care for them Harold s postcards sent from the road give them all a small measure of hope, that they too can hang on to await his arrival Where we get Harold s story from his thoughts and encounters along the road, Queenie relates her history in a letter to Harold, since she can no longer speak because of her tumor We know from the first book that Harold gets to Queenie just before she dies, but there is a surprising twist at the end regarding her letter.This was a wonderful book with a lot of everyday wisdom that slips up on you as you read, like this passage It has been everywhere, my happiness when my mother sang for me to dance, when my father took my hand to keep me safe but it was such a small, plain thing that I mistook it for something ordinary and failed to see We expect our happiness to come with bells and whistles, but it doesn t If you read Harold Fry, you owe it to yourself to finish the journey with Queenie Oh, and a special note to Rachel Joyce I want Finty to have her own book. This is my last read of 2015While Harold Fry is walking through England and Queenie is trying to hold on and wait till he arrives before she dies, she writes him a letter confessing secrets hidden for twenty years I liked reading Queenie s story and about her unrequited love for Harold I liked the interaction between her and David, Harold s son, though I don t think I d have been as generous as she was I loved reading about her sea garden The writing is beautiful, especially the description of the Northumberland Coast I sat with my suitcase, and while I ate the bread and drank the water I gazed out over the bay The sun was high and threw stars at the sea The air shimmered with heat, like a veil of water I was right there with Queenie This is a book about love and loss, living and dying I loved this, If only memory were a library with everything stored where it should be If only you could walk to the desk and say to the assistant, I d like to return the painful memories about and take out some happier ones, please And also, sometimes you cannot clear the past completely You must live alongside your sorrow So I enjoyed the writing, except for the intrusive f word that popped up at times Some of the people in the hospice were certainly characters and the nuns caring for them lovely But the main impression I was left with after reading this book is, I hope and pray I never have to go into a nursing home or a hospice It sounds like my idea of hell. Not a Harold Fry prequel or sequel but a parallel story, told in Queenie s first person narration as an extended deathbed letter as she waits for Harold to arrive The humor tinged hardship of hospice life alternates with touching vignettes from her past Better than the original inventive, allusive and intimate.When I saw Joyce speak at the 2014 Hungerford Literary Festival, she mentioned that she wrote Harold Fry and Queenie Hennessy simultaneously, emphasizing the idea that these two characters are journeying side by side In fact, Joyce revealed that there are plot crossovers between the novels For instance, towards the end of his walk Harold has to tape his yachting shoes onto his feet to finish writing her letter, Queenie asks a nun to tape her pencil into her grip My life has been small, it has been nothing to speak of But the past is still inside me, Harold I have never let it go It is a privilege to hear Queenie s voice here.See my full review at The Bookbag. Dear Harold,This may come to you as some surprise I know it is a long time since we last met, but recently I have been thinking about the past Last year I had an operation on a tumour, but the cancer has spread and there is nothing left to be done I still think of you with fondness If you loved The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, as I undoubtedly did, then this is the companion book, to be read just as soon as you have put that book down and composed yourself.That said, it took me three months after reading the first book to get to this, even though it was blowing me kisses from a crammed bookshelf, and after that it s taken a further four months to write this review Just like its platonic companion, this is a heartwarming tale of selfless devotion and the unsung magnanimity of humankind.Queenie Hennessy is a woman in love who has waited in the wings without complaint.As with The Unlikely Pilgrimage, Queenie s story will make you smile, will uplift you, and will almost certainly move you to tears. What a wonderful companion piece to Joyce s The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry The timing of this novel is parallel to that earlier work and it tells of what is happening while Harold walks, the reason he walks, the present life of Queenie and their interlacing history It would be easy to say too much of the story, such as it is, and I do not want to do that Those who have read of Harold know that Queenie is dying, but here we learn of her living and of her life when she knew Harold and after and now in the Hospice There were moments in this story that just spoke so strongly to me What might seem like obvious truisms to some, were very meaningful to me You don t get to a place by constantly moving, even if your journey is only one of sitting still and waiting Every once in a while you have to stop in your tracks and admire the view, a small cloud and tree outside your window You have to see what you did not see before And then you sleep. loc 1385 As one who has spent time sitting than moving in recent months, this is so relate able for me Joyce has captured this so well And the following moment of extreme restlessness, whether from physical or emotional discomfort also is captured so well, so simply I can t sleep I lie still and stillness is too much and I have to get up But when I am up, that is not right either, Nothing is the thing I am hunting for. loc 3668 Rachel Joyce has given us a wonderful woman in Queenie Hennessy, a woman with heart and soul, a woman full of memory For that, I thank her.Very highly recommended.A copy of this book was provided by the publisher through NetGalley in return for an honest review. (READ E-PUB) Å The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy Ñ From The Author Of The Million Copy, Worldwide Bestseller, The Unlikely Pilgrimage Of Harold Fry, An Exquisite, Funny And Heartrending Parallel StoryWhen Queenie Hennessy Discovers That Harold Fry Is Walking The Length Of England To Save Her, And All She Has To Do Is Wait, She Is Shocked Her Note To Him Had Explained She Was Dying From Cancer How Can She Wait A New Volunteer At The Hospice Suggests That Queenie Should Write A Second Letter Only This Time She Must Tell Harold The Truth Composing This Letter, The Volunteer Promises, Will Ensure Queenie Hangs On It Will Also Atone For The Secrets Of The Past As The Volunteer Points Out, It Isn T Harold Who Is Saving You It Is You, Saving Harold Fry This Is That Letter A Letter That Was Never Sent Told In Simple, Emotionally Honest Prose, With A Mischievous Bite, This Is A Novella About A Woman Who Falls In Love But Chooses Not To Claim It It Is About Friendship And Kindness As Well As The Small Victories That Pass Unrecorded It Is About The Truth And The Significance The Gentle Heroism Of A Life Lived AloneQueenie Thought Her First Letter Would Be The End Of The Story She Was Wrong It Was Just The Beginning There will be people who really like this Unfortunately, I am not one I found this novel comparable to one by Nicholas Sparks and, yet, he is extremely popular I found it to be so so The characters were cut out paper dolls and the story was just so slow and plodding For people who like this genre, I am sure it will be a good read This is a companion book to the Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry and tells the story of Miss Queenie, the woman Harold was on the journey to see Queenie is in a hospice run by nun dying from a tumor in her throat area She can no longer talk and writesher story in shorthand that was transcribed by a nun She wants to give it to Harold when he arrives to explain herself to him The story meanders between her times with Harold, her exile and her current circumstances When I say meander, I mean meander I was silently screaming to myself, Just get on with it I don t want to go on and on but this was just not my cup of tea.