I’d almost given up on modern fiction entirely. The only kind that ever interested me was that which centered around letters (you know how much I love letters!).
So I almost didn’t buy The Wednesday Letters at the book sale the other day.
But it was about letters. And the summary on the back looked promising. So I decided that for 50 cents, I could at least check out the first chapter and put it on Paperback Swap if I didn’t like it.
I read the first chapter. And the second. And the third. All the way to the last! Laughing and crying as I went.
I finished it with a sense of wonder. Had I just read a piece of modern fiction—a New York Times best seller, at that—which not only celebrated marriage, but forgiveness, sexual purity, and the life of an unborn baby as well?
I had! The Wednesday Letters by Jason F. Wright is still modern fiction—and modern fiction will never top C.S. Lewis or Gene Stratton Porter on my list. But it was a book about love letters—a book I’ll actually keep on my shelf—a book I was glad to read. A book that held high values that aren’t really best-sellers any more. Values we still cherish here at the Little Pink House.