The Unfinished Work of Elizabeth D.

By Nichole Bernier

I enjoyed this one so much that weeks later at the library when I saw a woman pick it up but then put it back on the shelf, I approached her and encouraged her to check it out. Elizabeth dies in a plane crash and inexplicably in her will has left her trunk of journals to her friend, Kate. (The fact that I have a trunk of journals may have played a part in my instant appreciation of this book.) Through reading the journals, Kate learns that although she thought she knew her friend pretty well, she actually didn't really know her at all. And it isn't as if Elizabeth had any dramatic, scandalous secrets but just all sorts of interesting fragments of herself that for one reason or another were somehow lost or set aside or simply not recognized by people not paying attention. How do we really know another person? At what point can we say we "know" another person? How do we reveal ourselves to others? Through words and deeds sure, but what about all the thoughts, feelings, emotions that go unspoken, unshared…aren't those part of who we are too? It's a great story and gives food for thought about friendship and what it means to "know" someone.

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Meighan

I write short, pithy, book recommendations for family and friends. My best life is comprised of my husband, my boys, my books, a quiet place, a comfortable chair, a cocktail on my side table, and a Vizsla in my lap.

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