Book Description

I was once told that if something bothered me–something someone did or said–and I really didn’t know how to confront them about it, or couldn’t for some reason do so (like death, or that they moved away, or that we drifted apart.) to sit down and write a letter to them, and then don’t send it. Just hold onto it for a while, and eventually, just having put the thoughts to words becomes enough to satisfy. These are some of those letters. Some were written a good deal of time ago, and some were written on the day they were posted. Some of these unsent letters are very sweet and beautiful, while others are not nice at all. Read at your own risk.