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book review - The Correspondent !




THE CORRESPONDENT 



 Maybe we should all start writing letters again.


The first thought that crossed my mind while reading The Correspondent was, "Let's write letters!" and then , "I wish I had a pen pal."

Like, imagine having someone you write to, not because you have something important to say, but simply because you want to tell them about your day, your thoughts, or any random thing and there's something so beautiful about that!


Written by Virginia Evans, this novel unfolds entirely through letters, slowly introducing us to people, their stories, their relationships, their regrets and all the little things that make them who they are. At the center of it all is Sybil, a woman whose life reminds you that growing older doesn't mean you're done growing, learning or figuring things out.


But here's the thing about this book: it made me feel complete.


You know there are some books that leave you feeling sad, some make you happy, some make you angry, and some leave you staring at the ceiling questioning your entire existence? 

Well, after finishing this one, I didn't feel any of that in particular. I just felt... complete. Like nothing was missing. Like life, in all its imperfect, messy, unpredictable glory, had somehow come together. And perhaps that's the beauty of it.

Life goes by in a blink, man! We keep thinking we have time. Time to call someone, time to apologize, time to say what we really feel, time to fix a relationship, time to finally do that thing we've been putting off. And somewhere along the way, we get so caught up crying over our regrets that we forget we're can still making memories in the present and be there for the people who are still there with us....

We spend so much of our lives thinking about what could have been, what should have been and what we wish we had done differently.......and then in a blink we are nearing our end and we have done absolutely nothing but cry over things we cannot change and which results in ignoring and not being there for the people still around us ......thats unfair , right ?


But when all is said and done, what really remains?


The connections we make. The people we love. The conversations we have. The little pieces of ourselves that we leave with others and the ones they leave with us.

And honestly, that thought hit me harder than I expected.

Maybe we don't need to have everything figured out. Maybe we don't need to become someone extraordinary or accomplish a hundred things to feel that we've lived a full life.

Maybe it's enough to have loved people, been loved back, made a few mistakes, written a few letters and left some beautiful memories behind.


Finally, i would like to say it is a book that makes you to slow down, pick up a pen and tell someone they're important to you.


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