A thoughtful post – and a lovely review of A Thousand Rooms – courtesy of Allie Potts.
It is a rare book that makes me care about the characters before the end of the first act. A Thousand Rooms, by Helen Jones – this book, had me crying before I’d even read ten percent.
And not just a little. I had to put it down more than once in order to not alarm my family.
What begins as a tale about a woman dealing with her own post-existence, turns into a story about society’s different takes on the word Heaven, how we cope with loss, and the different forms love and acceptance takes along the way. While I may have cried in the beginning, there were reasons to laugh too.
But what I found most intriguing about the story was the idea that a soul could be stuck waiting for a ride that doesn’t come like a child…
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