The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry and The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy

My memory of this read is a bit muddled because it's been a while since I read it. I recall that upon completion of reading it, I was left with the realization that most of the time happiness is a matter of perspective. One should not hold off on righting all of their wrongs. And a good long walk is sometimes the perfect thing to do to help reflect and clear all the chaos that can accumulate and consume your soul.