The Wednesday Letters

This week I started and finished The Wednesday Letters, by Jason F. Wright. You can definitely tell it was pop-fiction because it was so easy to read.  It was about a lot of things; the reader ends up in a lot of people's heads and a lot goes on. This married couple dies in each other’s arms one night. The husband has written his wife a letter on every Wednesday since they have been married. A couple days before the funeral, the kids find these and read them. They think they find out that their mother has had an affair because they find out Malcolm is not the man's son. Then they find out that their mother was actually raped. The rapist was drunk and he asks for forgiveness and is sincere, even from the eyes of the victim's husband. How hard would that be--to forgive your wife's rapist? All this went on while the drama of Malcolm being in love with Rain, the woman who is (kind-of) engaged to the man who is in charge of putting Malcolm in jail. Romance- where would pop lit be without it? See, he and Rain were high school-sweethearts and she’s the only one he’s ever loved. When they break up for a sad reason, he gets in a fight with the man who attacks her. He almost killed him and flees from the law by traveling to Brazil to relax and write his book. When his parents die, he has to come back to face Rain and the sheriff (Rain’s fiancé)

This was an easy, relaxing, feel-good read, but I don't feel guilty about reading it because I enjoyed it. It made me smile a simple smile.
It's a story about small town relationships, black sheep, unrequited love, everlasting love, and, most of all, forgiveness.

P. S. How cool of a name is Rain?!