The Light Between Oceans: A Novel

by M.L. Stedman

You don’t think ahead in years or months: you think about this hour, and maybe the next. Anything else is speculation.

“We can’t rightly ever talk about the future, if you think about it. We can only talk about what we imagine, or wish for. It’s not the same thing.”

You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.