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One Moment, One Morning by Sarah Rayner - 4 Starts

One Moment, One Morning
Synopsis: The Brighton to London line. The 07:44 train. Carriages packed with commuters. A woman applies her make-up. Another occupies her time observing the people around her. A husband and wife share an affectionate gesture. Further along, a woman flicks through a glossy magazine. Then, abruptly, everything changes: a man has a heart attack, and can't be resuscitated; the train is stopped, an ambulance called. For at least three passengers on the 07:44 on that particular morning, life will never be the same again. Lou witnesses the man's final moments. Anna and Lou share a cab when they realise the train is going nowhere fast. Anna is Karen's best friend. And Karen? Karen's husband is the man who dies. Telling the story of the week following that fateful train journey, "One Moment, One Morning" is a stunning novel about love and loss, about family and - above all - friendship. A stark reminder that, sometimes, one moment is all it takes, it also reminds us that somehow, and despite everything, life can and does go on.
I read this book in just a couple of days. It was a really good book, but it really effected me. The writing was so good, that it gave a real sense of reality and how fragile life is. One moment can change your entire life and this reality was almost too much to bear. I spent a good portion of my time reading it on the verge of tears and wanting to just hug my husband and tell him over and over how much I love him.
I have a friend who was a young widow and this book also gave me a whole new respect for her strength in surviving such a loss. It's been days since I finished the book and I'm still reeling from it...
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