In much the same vein as The Notebook, Wright brings us a story of a lifelong love. Jack and Laurel Cooper were married for 39 years, and died in one another's arms. When their three grown children converge back at the family's bed and breakfast, they discover boxes upon boxes of letters - letters that their father wrote to their mother - one every Wednesday of their married life. Some were mundane, others more intense. As the children draw comfort from sitting together reading letters, one stops them in their tracks, carrying in its words a powerful and life-altering secret.Over the course of a week, the siblings not only lose both their parents, but also begin a journey to obtain answers and unravel the mystery. Letter by letter, conversation by conversation, they piece together a picture no one would have imagined.
The first 90% of this novel was well written, read smoothly, and was believable enough. Wright lost all credibility with me a scant seven pages from the end, when he wrapped everything up swiftly, neatly, sparkly-bow included. The ending is entirely too contrived - happily-ever-after at its best - for the secret these siblings discovered only days after the loss of their parents. I was seriously disappointed with the ending, particularly after enjoying the novel so much right up to the last few pages. I hate it when that happens!
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