"Look, if this old lady needs a place to crash for a few nights, fine. Just so long as she stays upstairs and out of my way."
Let the games begin! Edith Sherman is definitely not an "old lady", and "staying out of his way" turns out to be nearly impossible . . . they simply don't know that "each other" is "each other". Yet. Then things really get complicated. Back when things were confusing, but simpler, Henry Hobbes rather enjoyed getting those nice little notes (along with homemade banana bread) from his nocturnal house guest.
Turns out that living an ordinary life before her grand adventure began was harder than Edith thought it would be. Small towns tended to under-estimate and over-exaggerate, but no matter how much this little Illinois town tried to convince her to stay, Edith was going to go . . . to South Africa . . . and not even a pair of gorgeous blue eyes was going to stop her.
Oh, Edith! Couldn't true adventure be found a lot closer to home; for it ended up being relatively simple, and involved "sitting on his bench" . . . which of course, Henry had no idea what she was talking about (pretty common, actually) but what he did know, was how to finish what they started . . . . . Dear Edith . . . Love, Henry.
Full of hilarity, this romantic comedy skirts the borderlines of ridiculous, only to land squarely in the middle of a very fine story with a more than remarkable ending.
*I purchased the book and was under no obligation to provide a positive review. 3.5 stars
He thinks she’s an elderly widow. She’s convinced he’s a grumpy old man. Neither could be further from the truth.
After a short and difficult marriage, recently widowed Edith Sherman has learned her lesson. Forget love. Forget marriage. She plans to fill her thirties with adventure. As she awaits the final paperwork for a humanitarian trip to South Africa, she accepts a short-term nursing position in a small Midwestern town. The last thing she needs is a handsome local catching her eye. How inconvenient is that?
Henry Hobbes isn’t exactly thrilled to have Edith, who he assumes is an elderly widow, dumped on him as a houseguest for the summer. But he’d do almost anything for his niece, who is practically like a sister to him given how close they are in age. Especially since Edith will be working nights and Henry works most days. When he and Edith keep missing each other in person, they begin exchanging notes—short messages at first, then longer letters, sharing increasingly personal parts of their lives.
By the time Henry realizes his mistake—that Edith is actually the brown-eyed beauty he keeps bumping into around town—their hearts are so intertwined he hopes they never unravel. But with her departure date rapidly approaching, and Henry’s roots firmly planted at home, Edith must ultimately decide if the adventure of her dreams is the one right in front of her.
Reminiscent of the beloved classic You’ve Got Mail comes a delightful new romantic comedy about mistaken identities, second chances, and finding love in unexpected places.
I purchased a copy. https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5382139120
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