The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry

by Gabrielle Zevin

“I am eighty-one years old, and statistically speaking, I should have died 4.7 years ago,” the book begins. At 5 a.m., A.J. closes the book and gives it a pat. Maya wakes, feeling better. “Why are you crying?” “I was reading,” A.J. says.