An unusually honest account of the jumbled-up feelings of sadness and madness that grief produces.

Runcie has written a love letter to the woman who, when he announced to his parents that he was going to marry her, prompted a less than ecstatic response.

This is by no means a depressing read.

One of the book’s many achievements is its description — unsparing, blackly comic — of nursing someone through a disabling and terminal illness in a world of Zoom consultations and social distancing.

It’s no comedy, but there are moments of humour throughout.

A widower turns grief into a profound appreciation of his wife’s legacy in this poignant elegy.

A deeply emotional memoir of their 35-year marriage and a moving meditation on grief.