EXCERPT: I couldn’t even cry. I felt sad, but not distraught. The thing is, Frank wasn’t the love of my life. I don’t even know why I married him. Well I do. It was because of Sam. I should have gone on the pill like all my mates had, but I hadn’t, and Frank was likeable enough. Not a dreamboat or anything, but we can’t all have George Clooneys can we? Anyway, once I got pregnant I didn’t have much choice. Frank wasn’t a great husband, but you just got on with things. Not like now, where everyone gets divorced at the drop of a hat. So, here I am, just past sixty and widowed. My husband cut down in his prime. Okay, Frank was sixty-five, but he always said he was in his prime. Not the way he’d have wanted to go, mind you, knocked down by a Domino’s Pizza van because he was too shit-faced to see it coming. They tell me he wouldn’t have felt anything. It was very quick. That’s how I want to go. Not knocked down by a Domino’s Pizza van, I don’t mean, but quick. I don’t want to know anything about it. I’d actually rather not even be there when it happens, but we’re all in that queue aren’t we? I only wish I was a bit nearer the back. I need to organize the funeral today. Not mine, obviously. I mean Frank’s funeral. I bought myself a new holdall from the 99p shop so I could carry my five grand around with me. I ‘m starting to wish I’d taken a cheque now. But that would have meant putting it into our bank account and then it would have gone on our, or I should say Frank’s, outstanding debts immediately. No, it’s best to have the cash, but I’m a woman alone now. Not that I was any safer when Frank was around. He was a bit of a wimp to tell you the truth. I know it’s wrong to speak ill of the dead, but if I’m honest, I never had a good word for him when he was alive, so I’m not starting now. Frank won’t come back and haunt me. He’s too lazy for that.
ABOUT THIS BOOK: Rosie Foster has two dreams. The first is to move off the Tradmore Estate, and the second is to see Paris. Archie wants for nothing. He has his five-bedroom house but no one to share it with now that his beloved wife, Cath, has died. And then … Holly has a disastrous night out and, against all the odds, Archie meets Rosie.
A funny, sad and poignant tale of how love can be found in the strangest of places.
MY THOUGHTS: When Archie Met Rosie is funny. It had me laughing out loud only a couple of pages in. It is also sad and poignant, just as they claim. It touched my heart, and made me smile.
I am in the same age group as Rosie, so I don’t know if that is why I felt particularly connected to this book, or if it was the very relaxed and humorous writing style. Perhaps a little of both. It is a reminder that we should never give up on our dreams, and that sometimes silver linings come complete with clouds, as well as clouds having silver linings. Life seldom goes as we expect or want it to and while it is easier to go with the flow, just occasionally it doesn’t hurt to swim upstream.
Light and amusing, it is also thought-provoking. There are lessons in there for all of us.
If, like me, you loved Dead Ernest by Frances Garrood, you should read When Archie Met Rosie.
A huge thank you to author Lynda Renham for providing me with a digital ARC of When Archie Met Rosie for review. All opinions expressed in this review are entirely my own personal opinions.
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