Mary has fled from her former life, finding much-needed refuge in a dilapidated – and distinctly cheerless – cottage in the depths of Sherwood Forest. She’s in the late stages of pregnancy – and when her moment arrives, she calls for a taxi to take her to hospital just as a snowstorm starts to cause problems on the roads. Taxi driver Beckett, who trained as a doctor, remains calm and takes her to the nearby New Life Community Church – where they find help, but also meet a group of wonderful people who will make a vast difference to both their lives.
Beckett (such a lovely man…) has problems of his own – the ongoing care of his grandfather, whose health has declined following a stroke and who is proving particularly difficult to cope with. But his heart goes out to Mary, unprepared for her baby’s arrival – at first he takes her the essentials, then a Christmas tree, and their continuing friendship begins to mean a great deal to them both. And then there’s the remarkable group of people they met during that dash to the hospital – a support network for them both, and the wider friendship group that they both so badly needed. And they can help them out too – with no costumes for their Christmas concert, Mary’s skill set from her previous life is just what they need.
And we slowly find out more about the events that drove Mary to hole up in the middle of a forest – with her past life catching up with her just at the point she’d decided to tell Beckett, growing ever closer and more central to her life, all about it. It’s quite a story, one that pulls on every heartstring and that I really mustn’t share – but while bridges previously important in her life are rebuilt, they bring misunderstandings that cause cracks in her new relationships, including a breakdown in communication (with more than a few complications attached) with the usually ever-patient Beckett.
We learn about Mary’s former life through flashbacks within the narrative – the story is told from the perspectives of both Mary and Beckett, sharing their innermost thoughts and feelings, and that works ever so well. And while they both found a special place in my heart, so did many of the other quirky and well drawn characters who entered their lives. Beckett’s grandfather, veering between difficult and impossible, offensive to everyone – but with a real affection for Mary’s baby, Bob – was a quite wonderfully drawn character, but my heart did go out to Beckett handling his behaviour on a daily basis (and having his sleep so regularly disturbed too, with very little respite). And that wider community they all become so much a part of – their love and support made me wipe away many a tear, and I adored every one of them, with glimpses of many of their back stories too.
The emotional touches in this book are so perfectly judged – the moments of joy and laughter, the struggles, the fresh starts and second chances, and the real sadness that impacts so many of their lives. And as a Christmassy read – it really was everything I wanted it to be. The loveliest read from a favourite author – and one I’d very much recommend you add to your reading list.