This is one of only a handful of books that has brought me to tears. Actual sobbing, shirt-soaking tears. Of course, this probably has something to do with recent events in my own life but I suppose that is how it is with anything that touches our hearts like this; we must relate somehow. I’ve been encouraged all my life to “write” by teachers, friends, and family… it has always felt very easy and natural. Until now. After deciding that I should keep a journal if nothing else so my children and grandchildren will have my words in my “voice” when I’m gone, I suddenly find even the thought of it exhausting. I’m hoping that between Sybil Van Antwerp and Martha Ballard (The Frozen River) I will find the desire and take action in this endeavor. I know I will listen to The Correspondent many, many times and love it each time.