The Railwayman’s Wife is heart-achingly sweet.
Hay has created an emotional world that is absorbing and very tangible. She see-saws between loss & grief and love & hope. Her writing is tender & lyrical and full of the wonder & healing power of nature.
I devoured this book in two days. I could barely put it down.
Anikka Lachlan’s world of post WW2 Thirroul became one of my parallel universes of existence. The first night, I hugged Mr Books close as Anikka’s grief engulfed me.
Whilst driving to soccer yesterday, I was really walking along Thirroul beach with Ani and Isabel.
At half time, I read another chapter. With the first sentence I was back inside Hay’s emotional bubble. The hard, cold stadium seating, the cool, autumnal wind and the smell of teen spirit disappeared completely.
At a dinner party last night, I kept feeling Ani’s presence beside me. And I woke this morning aching to be with Ani, with fingers crossed for happy endings.
The Railwayman’s Wife is a beautifully nuanced & bittersweet journey that has left me wanting more story by Hay. For me, it doesn’t get any better than this.