The Lost Letters of William Woolf, pre-order here
Inside the Dead Letters Depot in East London, William Woolf is one of thirty letter detectives who spend their days solving mysteries: Missing postcodes, illegible handwriting, rain-smudged ink, lost address labels, torn packages, forgotten street names – they are all the culprits of missed birthdays, broken hearts, unheard confessions, pointless accusations, unpaid bills and unanswered prayers.
When William discovers letters addressed simplyto ‘My Great Love’ his work takes on new meaning. Written by a woman to a soulmate she hasn’t met yet, the missives stir William in ways he didn’t know were possible. Soon he begins to wonder: Could William be her great love?
William must follow the clues in Winter’s letters to solve his most important mystery yet: the human heart.
Okay, so I didn’t know what to expect before I read this. The cover caught my eye and then the title. I’ve read books about missing, found letters but I was interested in this take on a popular trope. I was drawn in from the first page; the characters, the words, the colour and I read in two sittings.
The writing is strong and fluid. The idea well-plotted and the characters chiselled to the bone. I loved that the novel spanned both England and Dublin, my home town. It was delicious having a mental walk, back down memory lane as we follow William on his quest. This is a book primarily about relationships, a tricky subject at the best of times and William is having the worst time of his life.
An easy 5 🌟 and in competition for my best read of 2018.