![]() But this isn’t about money, and even if Harold himself doesn’t realise it at the beginning, it’s clear in the end. Because, see? The thought of ‘money’ always holds you back. I know EXACTLY what that feels like, and I wish I had the courage to do what Harold does in this book. ![]() Just leave, not knowing where exactly you’re going, just seeing where life (or whatever else) takes you. And I can only congratulate those who can’t understand because they’ve never had that feeling Harold has. Not always, and maybe not even that often, either, but often enough to feel a connection and to be able to understand where Harold is coming from, emotionally. If it hadn’t been for the fact that I could utterly relate to Harold. ![]() ![]() Other than that this is really just a story about a man who walks from Kingsbridge to Berwick-upon-Tweed, and reflects a lot on past events while he’s getting there.Ĭould have been. It’s no thriller, you don’t get a lot (if any) of suspense, and the only tension in this story stems from the relationship difficulties Harold has with his wife Maureen and later on with other “pilgrims”. I wouldn’t have read that one, either, but, for once, the (very) short “jacket text” managed to pique my interest. I’m usually not one of the people who read a book only because it’s praised all over the place by everybody and their dog. ![]()
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