I read Harold Fry at a time when my book club was choosing a string of novels about dysfunctional marriages between sociopaths spiraling out of control (psychological thrillers just aren't my thing)... maybe it's the current trend, or maybe we got on a weird roll. But in any case, this book was a breath of fresh air. It's a book about a couple of more or less ordinary people who have faced extraordinary challenges in their marriage, and they haven't emerged intact. And then Harold does something unexpected, without really meaning to. Even though this book is about a strange, yes, unlikely journey on foot, the real journey is the one they both undertake as people, to find their centers again. They are both so human, such genuine characters, that I was reminded that I enjoy books in which I actually like the characters, however flawed they are. And of course I put down the book at the end with the take away that a long period of self-reflection is a good thing once in a while, because life does have a lot going for it. Okay, I'm also a sap. But that doesn't change that I found this a well-written, thoroughly enjoyable story.