I felt like I went on his walking pilgrimage with him. The pace was leisurely and Harold Fry's awakening was fun to follow.

Harold

No, I listened to it while driving. It was always great to pick it up where I left off.

Jim Broadbent's reading of this funny, sad, joyous story knocked my socks off. More Broadbent, please.

The story was well performed but the plot was slow and depressing. It was like watching paint dry, but sadder.

A lovely story of hope, love, and life's heart aches. Like Harold, I almost gave up on this book, but I'm really glad I didn't. :)

idk, I haven't read the print version. But This was a very good book!

Harold

No I have not, however he did a wonderful portrayal of Harold Fry in my opinion!

It is abtly named.

This is a very, very moving tale, full of raw emotion. So expect a good cry!

Gripping revelation of how we self-inflict our own misery at times. Often light hearted and funny but also a true learning experience as Harold Fry and his wife reflect on life, all the while Harold travels by foot to Queenie.

And so will you. A friend recommended this book to me at least half a dozen times. Finally I took him up on it. So happy I did. The book is full of laughs and weaves a tapestry of life lessons with threads of beautiful stories from people of all walks of life. As Harold recognizes early on...we'd never know how much sadness is inside the very regular looking man pumping petrol next to us. Joyce is a gifted writer! Enjoy.

I really enjoyed it. It had me smiling and also made me sad and reflective in a good way.

Presents the human dilemma with great care and love. Characters exquisitely revealed. Portrays true pilgrimage.

I'm one of those crazy book readers who underline best parts in books and now transcribe words I would be proud to have written in my iPhone notes.
Here goes ....
Unlikely Pilgrimage's word beauty
🔅pewter sea
🔅He was [walking] in the world by himself and nothing could get in the way or ask him to mow the lawn.
🔅Life was very different when you walked through it.
🔅Maybe you saw even more than the land when you got out of the car and used your feet.
🔅"Father!" he said the way he did suggesting the bond between them was a whim of irony rather than blood.
🔅He was one of those people who didn't require other people in order to have a conversation.
🔅He hoped they weren't one of those couples who said in public the dangerous things they could not voice at home.
🔅For years they had been in a place where language had no significance.
Small words were exchanged and they were safe. They hovered over the surface of what could never be said because that was unfathomable and would never be bridged.
🔅The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.
🔅Grief - it's like discovering a great hole in the ground. To begin with, you forget it's there and you keep falling in. After a while, it's still there but you learn to walk round it.
🔅The moon shone high and cast a trembling copy of itself over the deep water.