I bought a signed copy of this AT the Bookshop at the End of the World, sold to me by Lance, the enthusiastic and loving husband of the author, who assured me this would be one of the best books I will ever read. I loved my time talking to Lance! The bookshop is located in the small village of Manapouri, New Zealand (!!) on the edge of Fiordland. Since I was there and talked to him I of course had to buy it and read it, and I am glad I did!
The book alternates between stories of Ruth's life, her memoir prior to the bookstores called Two Wee (the national bird is the Tui! ha!) and stories of many people whom she has met in the bookstores over the years. My initial impression was that it was going to be a (merely?) sentimental book by an older lady bookseller (review written by an older man, check), which would have be fine, but man, she lived quite the dramatic life. I won't tell much about it, but she survived some brutal things.
Early on she met Lance, too, and they were engaged to be married. Her parents wanted a Catholic wedding and Lance, who was not Catholic, agreed, but the priest said they had to raise any children Catholic. Lance resisted, saying kids need to make their own choices, and . . the deal was off, and Lance took off, and so did Ruth, going their separate ways on the High Seas, sailing on the Pacific (she met headhunters in a port in New Guinea, was robbed by pirates, got into gambling), until decades and many relationships later, they met again. . . a love story!
It's a wild and endearing story, well-told and engaging, harsh and sweet and funny, so to just think of Ruth and Lance as two old folks in a wee bookstore. . . well they are, but you have NO idea what lives they lived!