The House by the Marsh – Book Review
It’s not often I review a book – although given the number of books I read, I always think that maybe I should. At least then, I will feel as if the hours I spend reading are benefitting other people too.
So when a friend asked if I would be interested in reviewing this book, I jumped at the chance.
I was provided with a copy of the book to review, however, this will not change my views or review.
The House by the Marsh
This is a great read. It’s a book all about grief, moving on and letting go.
What makes this book stand out is that this it is written from a male perspective; a man who likes his own space and company. Many books about grief are written by women, so having a alternative take on it was fascinating; it provides a real insight into some of the different issues men face when dealing with the loss of a loved one.
I have to be honest, when I first started reading the book I thought I was going to dislike it. The author didn’t gain my sympathy, despite losing his wife, especially when he appeared to worry his daughter in a phone call and seemed to feel that was ok. Perhaps to begin with I didn’t relate to William. I like to feel some empathy for main characters in books and I wasn’t sure it was going to happen with William.
However, I stuck with it and I am so glad I did.
As he discusses mindfulness, true love and being left behind, I went from my initial “I don’t think I care” to cheering him on from the sidelines.
As various characters enter his life, I found myself rooting for him. I wanted them to stay around to look out for him because I felt I wanted to do that but obviously couldn’t.
The characters in the book are fabulous. I wanted the lesbian gypsies in my home. I wanted to taste Mary’s shortbread (and I don’t even like shortbread)
By the end of the book, I was totally hooked. I felt like I had a real interest in William’s well being and I am not ashamed to say that I shed a tear or two.
I wanted to move to the House by the Marsh and make scrambled eggs for him. I would have happily stayed in the trailer. I was so very envious of William’s New Years Eve with the lesbian gypsies and his bench on the beach.
As I got more and more involved with the story, I felt like I was there in Frampton with him. It was quite a shock on occasion to look away from the book and realise I was actually sat in my sitting room and not in the House by the Marsh.
The book also reignited my journaling. It had sat beside my bed for a few months but as William shared some extracts from his journal, I found myself wanting to write in mine again.
If you want to know more about the House by the Marsh, William’s thoughts on love, and his relationship with the lesbian gypsies, you will need to read the book. Just don’t start it late at night or you will find yourself making a coffee at 2am because you need to know how it finishes.
The House by The Marsh
Publisher: Panacea Books
Available from Amazon *, Barnes & Noble and all good bookshops
* This post contains affiliate links. In plain English, this means that I may receive a small commission (at no cost to you) if you subscribe or purchase something through the links provided. You will never see me post a link to a product or service that I haven’t used myself and love!