Prior to becoming a published author, Joyce worked in the British acting industry, where she was an actor for twenty years working for several internationally acclaimed companies including the Royal National Theater and the RSC. Her debut novel was “The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry” that was first published in 2012. We hope you’ll join us.Rachel Joyce is a British novelist who has gained critical acclaim with her “Harold Fry” series of novels. That we have the best of both worlds at BookQuoters we read books cover-to-cover but
Typical of the Information Age but is a habit disdained by some diehard readers. World conversely, gleaning the main ideas of a book via a quote or a quick summary is Books are seen by some as a throwback to a previous Submissions from our visitors and will select the quotes we feel are most appealing toįounded in 2023, BookQuoters has quickly become a large and vibrant community of people Interesting, well written and has potential to enhance the reader’s life. We thoughtfully gather quotes from our favorite books, both classic and current, andĬhoose the ones that are most thought-provoking. For all of us, quotes are a great way to remember a bookĪnd to carry with us the author’s best ideas. For some of us a quote becomes a mantra, a goal or a More via texts, memes and sound bytes, short but profound quotes from books have become Memorable and interesting quotes from great books. ― Rachel Joyce, quote from The Love Song of Miss Queenie HennessyīookQuoters is a community of passionate readers who enjoy sharing the most meaningful, We expect our happiness to come with a sign and bells, but it doesn’t.” It has been everywhere, my happiness – when my mother sang for me to dance, when my father took my hand to keep me safe – but it was such a small, plain thing that I mistook it for something ordinary and failed to see. And just when I thought my life was done, it came time and time again at the hospice. It was in the people who stopped and talked of this and that over the garden wall. When a rosebud appeared where there had not been one before. When I looked at the sun and saw it glow on my hands.
It was there when you told me you liked my brown suit, when you opened the door for me, when you asked once if I would like to take the long road home. It was there when I sang backwards and you laughed or I made a picnic and you ate every crumb. It was there when I sat beside you in your car and you began to drive. “All these years I thought a piece of my life was missing.
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