The Memory Box

by Kathryn Hughes

‘I count myself lucky, Jenny. We had nearly sixty years together and made it to the final chapter.’ I squeeze his hand. ‘It would’ve been nice to know what was in the epilogue, though. It’s never enough, is it, Frank?’

She could start a conversation with a brick wall and end up with a friend for life, but she only has one volume, I’m afraid.’

‘Colpo di fulmine, the Italians call it. A lightning strike. Love at first sight.’

‘Love at first sight can often be cured by taking a second look.’