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English journalist and writer Jojo Moyes writes about love. She has twice won the Romantic Novelists Association Award. In 2011 - for the novel " Last letter from your beloved." Moyes's books are distinguished by an easy writing style, an exciting plot, interesting characters.

Two people love each other. But he has a wife, or she has a husband. And this is no longer just a love triangle: there are obligations, children, common property. People around you rarely treat you with understanding, more often with condemnation. Making a choice is not easy. People find themselves in such a dilemma very often. In books and in life. In the 17th century or in the 21st. In the book by Jojo Moyes there are two love stories, two heroines. Everyone will make their own choice.

Moyes knows how to create suspense and keep the reader in suspense. A letter from the archive falls into the hands of journalist Ellie Howorth. This is a message from a man to the woman he loves. It was written in the 60s. Ellie is intrigued and wants to know what happened to these people, whether love was happy. We are following her search with interest.

Second story line related to Jennifer Sterling. The woman got into car accident and after the head injury he doesn’t remember anything about himself. The mother explains to her daughter who she is and what happened, but refuses to answer some questions. Jennifer hopes that when she gets to her house, she will remember everything. She does not feel any feelings for her husband. By chance, she finds a letter in a book signed with the letter B. The woman realizes that there was great love in her life. But who is he? How to find it?

What do we find in the letters?

Found letters not only intrigue the reader, but also create a special atmosphere and set the tone for the entire narrative. Each chapter begins with a fragment of a letter written by a contemporary or person of another generation. There are messages famous people, there are unnamed lines. Words of love are clear to everyone. They contain happiness, pain, recognition, disappointment.

Receiving text messages from your beloved man like “I’ll call you later. Whole.”, Ellie realizes that something is wrong in their relationship. She read the letters loving man and knows how to talk about your feelings. The thought involuntarily comes: “What a pity that we stopped writing such letters to each other.”

Jennifer Sterling considers herself lucky. As her parents dreamed, she married a rich man. She has a wonderful house in London, a housekeeper, and a driver. The woman leads a social life, throws parties and dinner parties. The family spends the winter and part of the summer on the Riviera. Jennifer says that she lives like in an aquarium where only goldfish swim.

Meeting journalist Anthony O'Hara forces the heroine to look at her life differently: is she happy in a golden cage? Jennifer fell in love. They meet and cannot live without each other. But leaving your husband and your usual life is like a leap into the abyss. Will the heroine decide to commit it? A beautiful blonde with a wasp waist and a perfect hairstyle, similar to Grace Kelly, she graces society with her presence. Men admire her, her friends' husbands are secretly in love with her. The husband is a businessman and often goes to his mines, and this explains Jennifer’s lack of children.

Anthony is divorced and doesn’t see his son often, since the boy has a stepfather and his wife doesn’t want him to ex-husband prevented her from building new family. O'Hara had many affairs, and he parted easily with all women. When he meets Jennifer, he initially mistakes her for a beautiful doll. But very soon he realizes: this is the only woman in the world that he needs.

Ellie's story

Journalist Ellie Howorth believes that life is good. She has a job she loves and friends with whom she has been in a relationship for 15 years. There is also a beloved man - fashion writer John Armor. True, he is married and has small children. Ellie thinks John's wife may be glad she doesn't have to worry about his happiness. She justifies the relationship with married man the fact that if everything was fine in the family, he would not have started an affair.

She's 32 years old. At meetings with classmates, she feels superior. She knows that they envy her. He looks great, lives an interesting life, and makes a career. No family - no problem, everything is ahead. She herself did not want to get married early. Many classmates did this and turned into aunts. They themselves have achieved nothing in life and are completely dependent on their husbands.

How to break up?

Three circumstances influenced Ellie’s decision to part with her beloved: a letter found in the archive, meeting Rory, and meeting Jessica Armor. But making a decision and executing a plan are not always the same thing. Will Ellie Haworth back down at the last moment? But sometimes Ellie feels like her life is on pause. She never knows whether the meeting will take place, whether her loved one will be able to come. Their dates are infrequent and brief. Ellie feels loneliness, especially on her birthday.
Conscience also does not sleep. The girl finds her old friend’s questions unpleasant: “Have you ever wondered how his wife feels?” “Doesn’t guilt torment you too much?” Of course, dreaming of love, she did not think about an affair with a married man and condemned such relationships. But when I met John, I realized that I was lost.

Women willingly share their impressions of Jojo Moyes's novel "The Last Letter from Your Lover." There are many reviews from readers on various sites on the Internet. Mostly enthusiastic.

There is little criticism. Some people regret that there are few descriptions of nature, others criticize it for sentimentality. Several reviews called the book immoral because it talks about adultery.

More often they note the unexpected ending, admire it, and admit: “I read it and cried.” There are revelations that, under the influence of the novel, women took decisive actions and made attempts to change their lives.

Unobtrusively, the author repeats common truths to women that are forgotten. John mentioned that after the birth of children, his wife stopped caring about her appearance. He told his mistress about this. Cause and investigation. Jennifer Sterling is admired not only because she is beautiful. The heroine is smart, calm and knows how to carry on a conversation, and is always tastefully dressed and combed.

Sincere experience

An interestingly told love story always makes you empathize. When the characters’ thoughts are in tune with your own, the illusion of communicating with an understanding and sympathetic friend appears.

Watching the actions of the heroes, you repeat the expression “not fate.” Ready for serious changes in life, I chose love, despite everything. But an accident, someone’s lie, meanness returns everything to its original place, making happiness impossible.

In the book “The Last Letter from Your Beloved” the characters have friends. Readers too. It’s impossible not to wonder how your close friend would behave in the circumstances suggested by the author.

Francis visits Jennifer in the hospital, helping after the accident. They communicate a lot, invite each other to visit. But her friend makes it clear that she will end her relationship with Jennifer if she leaves her husband and loses her status as a rich socialite.

Don is a great friend. He helped Anthony out more than once and is worried about his health. But he becomes an evil genius for his friend, having deceived Jennifer. Don believes that he correctly assessed the situation, but in fact separated the lovers. You cannot decide for others what is best for them.

Jojo Moyes

The last letter from your lover

To Charles - you wrote me the very note that started it all

THE LAST LETTER FROM YOUR LOVER

This edition is published by arrangement

with Curtis Brown UK and The Van Lear Agency

The publication was prepared with the participation of the publishing house "Azbuka"

Translation from English Natalia Press

Cover illustration Ekaterina Platonova

Decor Ilya Kuchma

Publishing House Inostranka ®

Happy birthday! I am sending you a gift, I hope you like it...

Today I think about you especially a lot... You see, I decided that although I am in love with you, I still don’t love you. It seems to me that you are not the only one who is destined for me by God. Be that as it may, I hope you like the gift and have a wonderful celebration of your holiday.

Woman to man, in a letter

Later. cel.

Making her way through the crowd, Ellie Haworth finally spotted her friends in the far corner of the bar. Approaching the table, she throws her bag on the floor next to the chair and takes out her phone. And they are already good, the girl thinks, looking at those standing on the table empty bottles. Although usually this is already noticeable: people begin to speak in strange voices, wave their arms extravagantly, and laugh loudly.

- You are late. – Niki defiantly looks at her watch and shakes her finger at her. – Just don’t do all these: “Oh, I didn’t have time to finish the article.”

– Interview with the extremely talkative and offended wife of a member of parliament. Well, forgive me, this is for tomorrow’s episode,” Ellie tries to justify herself, sitting down in an empty seat and pouring the rest of the wine into her glass. “Look, guys,” she says, putting the phone in the center of the table. – I propose for discussion another word that infuriates me: “later.”

- Yeah, as a way to make it clear that the conversation is over. “Later” – when? Tomorrow? Or today, but later? Or are these just teenage excuses that don't mean anything at all?

“Well, it says “later” and also “Tsel.”,” Nicky interrupts her, looking at the glowing screen. - Something like " Good night" I think he means "tomorrow."

“Of course, tomorrow,” Corinne supports her friend. “Later always means tomorrow... or even the day after tomorrow,” she adds after thinking.

- Some kind of everyday life.

- Everyday life?

- Well, you know, I could tell our postman that way.

– Would you say “kisses” to him too?

- Why not? – Nicky smiles slyly. – We have such an interesting postman...

“I think this is unfair,” Corinne suddenly says, looking at the phone screen. “Maybe he actually meant that he’s busy right now and urgently needs to run errands.”

“Yeah, to my wife, for example,” Douglas intervenes in the conversation, and Ellie looks at him warningly. - So what? Don't you think you're past the age when relationships are built on unraveling the hidden meaning of mysterious messages?

“Okay...” Ellie drinks the wine in one gulp and leans over the table. “If you’re going to give me a lecture, then I urgently need another glass.”

- Great. That is, in order to have sex right in the office, your relationship is close enough, but asking over a cup of coffee what he meant is too much?

– What else did he write about? Don't tell me about sex in his office.

- “It’s inconvenient from home. Next week in Dublin, I don’t know for sure yet. Later. Int.,” Ellie reads aloud.

“He leaves himself an escape route,” Douglas comments.

– Well... maybe he just doesn’t know for sure yet.

“Then I would write: “I’ll call you from Dublin.” Or better yet: “I bought you a ticket to Dublin.”

– Is his wife going with him?

- No, what are you saying, he never takes her with him on business trips.

“Maybe he’s taking someone else,” Douglas grumbles, drinking his beer.

“God, how much simpler everything was when men had to call and talk to women,” Nicky shakes her head thoughtfully. “Then it was possible to determine at least by their voice the degree of their reluctance.

“Yeah,” Corinne snorts, “we sat by that miserable phone for hours and waited for a call.”

- Oooh, so many sleepless nights...

– And you constantly pick up the phone to check if there is a dial tone...

- But you immediately leave her - what if he calls you right now, at this very moment.

The girls laugh. Ellie understands that they are absolutely right, but still looks at the phone with hope - what if an incoming call is displayed on the flashing screen? But she knows very well: he won’t call, because not only is it late, it’s also “inconvenient from home.”

Douglas offers to walk her home. Of their friendly company, only he found a permanent life partner. Lena is a big shot in PR technology, so she often stays at work for up to ten or eleven hours. She doesn't mind at all that Douglas goes to the bar with old girlfriends from time to time. A couple of times he took Lena with him, but she simply did not understand a good half of all the jokes, hints and stories about mutual acquaintances - of course, after all, they had been friends for fifteen years. So she doesn't mind Douglas meeting them without her.

- Well, how is life, are you serious? - Ellie shoves him in the side, indicating that he needs to go around the supermarket cart, which someone left right on the sidewalk. – As always, I didn’t say anything about myself, or did I listen?

“Nothing new,” Douglas replies. “Although no,” he admits, hesitating a little, putting his hands in his pockets, “actually, there is news.” Uh-uh... Lena wants a child.

- Come on! – Ellie blurts out in surprise.

“And I want it too,” he hastily adds. “We’ve been thinking about this for a long time, but now we’ve decided that it’s useless to wait for the right moment, because it’s unlikely to ever come—why wait?”

– Douglas, you are an incorrigible romantic.

– I... well, I don’t know... actually, I’m very happy, really. Lena won’t have to leave work – I will look after the child. Well, if, of course, everything works out, you know...

- Do you really want it? – Ellie asks, trying to remain calm.

- Yes. Work still doesn’t bring me pleasure, and to be honest, it hasn’t been for a long time, but Lena earns a lot of money. I think I'll enjoy staying at home all day with the baby.

– Actually, being a parent is not just “staying at home with the baby”...

“I know, I know, watch your step,” Douglas interrupts, carefully taking her by the elbow and helping her get around the puddle. “But I’m ready for this: I’m tired of hanging around bars every evening, I want to move to the next level.” Don’t think, I’m not saying that I no longer like our get-togethers, I just sometimes think if it’s time for us to... well, grow up a little, or something...

- Oh no! - Ellie squeals, clutching his sleeve. – You have gone over to the dark side of the Force...

“But I don’t approach work the way you do.” After all, work is everything to you, right?

“Almost everything,” she agrees.

They walk for a couple of blocks in silence; from afar they can hear the howl of sirens, the slamming of car doors and other muffled sounds of the big city. Ellie enjoys this part of the evening most of all, when she is among friends and can, at least for a little while, forget about the uncertainty that permeates the rest of her life. She spent a wonderful evening at the bar and goes home to her cozy apartment. She is healthy. She has credit card with a large unused limit, she has plans for the weekend, and she, unlike the rest of the company, does not yet have a single gray hair - life is good.

– Do you ever think about her? – asks Douglas.

- About John's wife. How do you think she knows everything?

All Ellie's dreams of happiness are shattered as soon as Douglas starts this conversation.

“I have no idea...” she answers briefly. “I would probably guess if I were in her place,” she adds, since Douglas is silent. “He says that children are much more important to her.” Sometimes I tell myself that maybe in a way she's glad she doesn't have to worry about him. Well, you see, she doesn't need to make him happy.

- Masterful self-deception.

– Maybe... But to be honest, the answer is negative: I don’t think about her at all and don’t feel guilty. It seems to me that if everything was fine between them, if they had a real connection, John would never have dated me.

– Women have an extremely strange idea about men.

- Do you think he's happy with her? – Ellie asks, intensely peering into Douglas’s face.

- How should I know? I just think that if he sleeps with you, this does not mean at all that he is unhappy with his wife.

The mood changes, and as if to indicate this change, Ellie lets go of his hand and adjusts her scarf.

– So you want to say that I’m doing something bad? Or that he is doing something bad?

Well, finally there was someone who told her about it. And not just anyone, but Douglas. A person who is generally not inclined to judge others. It hurts.

“I don’t think any of you are doing anything wrong.” I'm just thinking about Lena, how much our child will mean to her and that I could go left simply because the attention that used to go to me will now belong to our child...

“So you still think John is doing something bad.”

– No... – Douglas shakes his head, stops, peering into the night sky and trying to more accurately formulate an answer. “It seems to me, Ellie, that you should be careful.” You're always trying to guess what he means, what he really wants... You're wasting your time. For me, everything is much simpler: someone likes you, you like him too, you start dating, that’s all.

– Douglas, you live in a wonderful non-existent world. It's a pity that in real life everything is different.

- Okay, let's change the subject, there's no point in talking about this after all we drank today.

- No, wait! – Ellie abruptly interrupts her friend. “What’s on a sober person’s mind is on the drunken person’s tongue.” It's okay, at least now I know what you think about it. You don’t have to accompany me further, I’ll get there myself. Hello Lena.

Ellie practically runs the last two blocks to the house, without turning around or looking at her old friend.

The building in which the editorial office has been located for almost a hundred years no longer meets the requirements of the newspaper - an unpleasant, dry phrase from the management. The Nation's board of directors decided that the old building did not reflect the dynamic line of modern news politics - there were too many hidden corners, the management noted with irritation, managers were beginning to cling to their familiar places.

- It will be necessary to note! – editor Melissa proclaims, standing in the middle of the now almost empty office.

She's wearing a deep red silk dress that would look like a grandma's nightgown on Ellie, but would look like an artifact of extravagant haute couture on Melissa.

- Moving? – Ellie clarifies, glancing at the mobile phone lying on the table, switched to silent mode. Then he glances at his colleagues, who are sitting silently, buried in their notebooks.

- Yes. I spoke with one of the library staff yesterday. He said that the archive is full of old documents that no one has touched for many years. I want some history from, say, fifty years ago to appear in the women's section: how the position of women, fashion, women's professions. For example, two real stories next - how women lived then and now. - Melissa opens the folder, takes out several photocopies of AZ format and says in the calm tone of a person who is used to being listened to attentively: - Here, for example, from our section “Advice from a Psychologist”: "What should I do? My wife doesn't want to dress nicely and take care of herself. I earn fifteen hundred pounds a year and am still in the early stages of my sales career. Often clients invite me somewhere with my wife, but Lately I have to refuse because my wife looks just awful.”. - Muffled giggles are heard in the office, but Melissa calmly continues: - “I tried to tell her about it in a gentler way, but she says that she is not at all interested in jewelry or cosmetics. To be honest, she doesn't look anything like my wife. successful person, and I would like her to look like this".

Once, in a conversation with Ellie, John casually mentioned that after the birth of children, his wife stopped caring about her appearance, but he immediately changed the subject and never spoke about it again, as if it seemed to him a much worse betrayal than the fact itself that he is sleeping with another woman. Ellie, on the one hand, was outraged by his gentlemanly gesture towards his wife, and on the other hand, she began to admire him even more.

However, the grains fell on fertile soil, and Ellie imagined John’s wife in all its colors: a sloppy robe, all stained, a child under her arm and constant reproaches for all possible shortcomings. Ellie barely restrained herself from telling him: “But I will never become like that.”

“We could interview some modern female psychologist who answers letters like this these days,” suggested Saturday's editor, Rupert, bending over the photocopies.

– I don’t think this is necessary. Listen to the answer: “Perhaps it never occurred to your wife that she was a mannequin in the showcase of your career. Perhaps she's just telling herself that she's already married, her life is settled, she's happy, so what's the point of all this? If, of course, she even thinks about it.”.

- Oh, this eternal peace of the marital bed! - Rupert exclaims.

– “I have watched more than once how girls in love surprisingly quickly turn into women who aimlessly spend their time in a cozy family nest. At first they burst with energy, heroically fight off every extra pound, lie awake at night wondering where to buy stockings with an arrow, and pour pints of perfume on themselves. And then a man appears, says: “I love you,” and the gorgeous young lady, inexplicably, immediately turns into a dishwasher - a happy dishwasher.”.

The office is filled with polite, approving laughter for a second.

– And you girls, what do you choose? Fight heroically with those extra pounds or become a happy dishwasher?

“I think I recently saw a film with that title,” Rupert says casually and immediately buries himself in embarrassment at his notebook, as after his remark a dead silence reigns in the office.

– There is something to work on here! Melissa proclaims, tapping her finger on the folder. – Ellie, dig through the archives after lunch, maybe you’ll find something else. We are interested in how women lived forty or fifty years ago. Perhaps a hundred is too much, too unclear. Chief Editor wants us to cover our move in a way that captivates readers.

– Will I have to work in the archives?

- Any problems?

No, no problem. Of course, provided that you like to spend time in dark basements, sorting through deposits of issues of a centrist newspaper, which was published by abnormal men of the Stalinist persuasion, and delving into materials that have not interested anyone for thirty years.

“No problem,” Ellie smiles broadly. “I’ll probably dig up something.”

– If you want, take one of the Labor supporters to help you. They say there are a couple of people in the fashion news department...

Ellie doesn’t even notice with what gloating the editor pronounces the last phrase. Recently, Melissa finally dealt with the latest upstarts aiming at the new Anna Wintour. He doesn’t notice because he’s only thinking about one thing: he can’t get cell phone reception in the basement. Crap!

- By the way, Ellie, where were you this morning?

- This morning. I wanted you to rewrite that article about children and bereavement, but no one knew where to find you. What does it mean?

– I did an interview.

- Well, who? - Melissa asks with a smile, but Ellie, a natural expert in sign language, immediately understands that it is not a smile, but rather a predatory grin.

- One lawyer. Insider information about manifestations of sexism in parliament,” Ellie quickly answers and immediately regrets that she opened her mouth at all.

– Sexism in business circles. Yes, that’s news to me too... Be kind enough to come to the office on time in future. You can deal with questionable interviews on your own time. Clear?

- That is great. I need a full spread article for the first issue from Compass Key. Something along the lines of “plus 5a change,” Melissa continues, quickly scribbling something down in a leather-bound notebook. – Professions, advertisements, letters from readers... Bring today at the end of the day what you find, then we’ll decide.

“Of course,” Ellie hastens to assure her, heading with the others towards the exit.

Ellie has the most radiant and professional smile in the entire editorial office.

Today I spent the day at modern version purgatory, she writes, pausing to take a sip of wine. Newspaper archive. Be glad you can make up your own stories.

John wrote to her in a chat on the hotmail, where he is registered under the nickname Clicker - only the two of them understand what’s funny about it. Ellie climbs into a chair with her legs and waits for the computer to make a characteristic sound, indicating that she has received an answer.

The following message lights up on the screen:

Oh, you ignoramus. I love archives. Remind me the next time we decide to have fun again so that next time I take you to the National Library of Journalism.

Ellie writes with a smile:

Do you know how to please a girl?

I try my best.

The only humanoid librarian in our archive gave me a whole stack of papers. Not the most interesting reading before bed.

She sends the message and immediately wonders if it sounds too pitiful, adds an emoticon and immediately regrets it, remembering that he recently wrote an essay for the Literary Review about how emoticons are clear evidence of how poor modern communication.

Wait a minute. They're calling me.

The screen goes blank.

They're calling me...Wife? John is now in his hotel room in Dublin. He says there is a great view of the sea.

You'd like it.

Well, what should he answer to this? Take me with you next time? Too persistent. Surely you would like it? It sounds kind of sarcastic.

Yes, she writes after much torment and sighs loudly - anyway, he doesn’t hear...

It’s her own fault, her friends vying with each other to tell her. And, what’s most surprising, this time Ellie completely agrees with them.

They met at a book festival in Suffolk. Ellie was sent there to interview a fashionable writer who had made a fortune from thrillers, finally giving up trying to publish something more serious in the literary sense. The author's name is John Armor, main character his Dan's books Hobson is a fusion of old-fashioned ideas of masculinity and resembles a cartoon character. She had arranged to have lunch with him and, heading into the interview, expected him to clumsily defend such literature, perhaps let out a couple of pained sighs about the publishing business - in general, to behave like all the other boring writers. Ellie was prepared to endure a whole hour in the company of yet another fat middle-aged man who had eaten his belly while sitting at desk, but waiting for her at the table was a tall, fit man, whose tanned, freckled face reminded her of the hard-won farmers of South Africa. He turned out to be a funny and charming guy, an attentive listener, and also possessed a fair amount of self-criticism. It seemed that he was interviewing her: he asked Ellie about how she lives, and only after that he told her his theory of the origin of language and said that, in his opinion, communication between people is gradually degenerating, turning into a pitiful semblance of true communication.

When they brought them coffee, Ellie suddenly discovered with horror that she had not taken notes for about forty minutes. They left the restaurant and headed back to the site of the literary festival. Nearing New Year, the winter sun dimly illuminated the roofs of the low-rise buildings of the main street of Suffolk, the city noise gradually died down. Ellie had a little too much to drink, she didn't want to leave the restaurant at all, and the words were out of her mouth before she had time to think about whether to say it out loud.

- Well, don't you like the way they sound?

- Who are they?

- Languages. Spanish, for example... No, Italian. That’s why I adore Italian opera and can’t stand German opera. All those harsh guttural sounds, ugh! – Ellie blurted out and, not hearing anything in response, became nervous. – I know this is terribly unfashionable, but I adore Puccini. Such intensity of passion! And this is a rolling “rrr”, and a clear staccato phrasing,” she continued, stuttering, beginning, however, to understand that her monologue sounded ridiculously pompous and pathetic.

John stopped, glanced at the street going into the distance and, turning to Ellie, looked carefully into her eyes.

– I don’t like opera! – he said defiantly.

Oh my God, Ellie thought in horror, feeling the earth shake under her feet and a treacherous suck in the pit of her stomach. They looked at each other in silence for a full minute, and then he spoke, calling her by name for the first time:

“Listen, Ellie... I need to pick up something from the hotel before I go back to the festival.” Do you want to come with me?

They pounced on each other even before he closed the bedroom door: bodies intertwined, lips eagerly seeking a kiss, hands in a hurry tearing off clothes, as if performing the movements of some frantic dance.

Subsequently, recalling this, she admired the way she behaved - as if she had suffered a temporary clouding of reason. She replayed this scene in her head hundreds of times, but gradually began to forget about the feeling of something important, about the emotions that overwhelmed her at that moment. And in the end, the memory turned into many disparate fragments: her completely inappropriate casual underwear, hastily thrown onto the ironing board, their crazy laughter as they rolled on the floor, covered with a synthetic blanket with the hotel's monogram, his joyful and completely inappropriate appearance when he gave the room key to the administrator before leaving.

John called her two days later, and the euphoria from what happened immediately gave way to slight disappointment when his voice on the phone said:

– You know that I am married. I probably read it in articles.

“I read everything I found on Google about you,” she admitted quietly.

– I’ve never... never cheated on my wife and I still don’t understand how this happened...

“I think it’s all the casserole’s fault,” Ellie joked, forcedly.

“What are you doing to me, Ellie Haworth?” Forty-eight hours have passed since our meeting, and I still haven’t written a single line... Because of you, I forget what I wanted to say,” he added embarrassedly.

So, I'm lost, Ellie thought. She understood this at that very moment when she felt the heaviness of his body and the warmth of his lips. Despite everything she told her friends about married men, despite everything she firmly believed in, all it took was the slightest step forward on his part and she was lost.

And now, a year later, she still hasn’t been found – to be honest, she didn’t even try.

He reappears online almost forty-five minutes later. During this time, Ellie walked away from the computer, poured herself more wine, wandered aimlessly around the apartment, went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, collected the socks scattered around the apartment and put them in the laundry basket. Then a characteristic sound was heard - a message arrived - and she I sat down again in the chair in front of the computer.

Sorry. I didn't think it would take so long. I hope we can chat tomorrow.

He asked her not to call him on his mobile under any circumstances - printouts from the operator are usually detailed.

Are you at the hotel now? – she quickly types. Maybe I'll call your number? Talking to him for real is a luxury, a chance you rarely get. God, all she needed was to hear his voice.

It's time for me to go to dinner, beauty. Sorry - I'm already late.

Later. cel.

And disappears.

Ellie sits staring at the blank screen. Now John will leave his room, walk through the hotel lobby, charm all the administrators along the way, go out into the street and get into the car that the festival organizers sent for him. In the evening he will immediately give out a stunning toast, and then he will entertain those who are lucky enough to sit at the same table with him, and from time to time gaze dreamily into the distance. He will live a real life, and she... It’s as if life has been put on pause.

What is she doing?

-What am I doing? – Ellie says out loud, clicking on the “Collapse Window” sign. She falls onto a huge empty bed and, looking at the bedroom ceiling, groans from her own powerlessness. She can’t call her friends: she’s already talked to them about this a hundred times and always received the same reaction - that’s understandable, but how else should they react? The words Doug said that evening hurt her deeply, but similar situation she herself would have said the same thing.

Ellie sits down on the sofa, turns on the TV, and then her gaze suddenly falls on a stack of paper lying on the table, and she remembers the article. Scolding Melissa at all costs, Ellie begins to understand the archival materials - complete chaos, it seems, so the librarian told her, no headings, no dates. “I don’t have time to sort out all the papers. We have to throw away a lot of these stacks,” the only librarian under fifty told her. I wonder why I haven’t seen him before, Ellie asks herself in passing.

“Look, maybe you’ll need something,” he said, and then leaned over and whispered in her ear in a conspiratorial tone: “You can throw away everything you don’t need, but don’t tell the boss.” We just don’t have the time to deal with all this pile of paper.

She soon begins to understand it: a few theater reviews, a cruise ship passenger list, a few dinner menus attended by newspaper celebrities. She scans them quickly, glancing at the TV from time to time. Yes, it’s unlikely that any of this trash will interest Melissa...

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Title: The Last Letter from Your Beloved

About the book "The Last Letter from Your Lover" by Jojo Moyes

Jojo Moyes' books are loved all over the world for their kindness, sensuality, romanticism and special atmosphere in each story. There is love, and tragedy, and secrets with riddles, and complexity, joy, in general, everything that a person needs to fully enjoy a wonderful reading.

The Last Letter from Your Lover is one such book by Jojo Moyes. It intertwines two times - modernity and the sixties in Great Britain. In the past, there lived a woman named Jennifer Sterling. She is a housewife and the wife of a very rich man. One day she gets into a car accident and loses her memory. She needs to remember her life, but most importantly, her husband, whom she does not remember at all and who seems like a complete stranger to her. But she began to receive letters from a man who confessed his love for her and asked her to leave her husband.

Nowadays, there lives a girl named Ellie. She works as a journalist, but at the same time she has problems at work. She decides to find worthy material that will amaze her superiors, and stumbles upon letters from that same Jennifer. The girl takes on the investigation, which ultimately turns out to be very exciting and unusual.

As usual in Jojo books Moyes, the situations are very real and believable. So, Ellie has to solve not only work issues and investigate this mysterious case, but also deal with her personal life.

Jojo Moyes knows how to write a beautiful book. All the events in the work “The Last Letter from Your Beloved” are fascinating, you begin to worry about the main characters, you want to rush right into the depths of the story and deal with everything and everyone properly. The story is big, there are a lot of mysteries and incomprehensible things in it, which need to be solved and sorted out.

The love story here is as beautiful and heartfelt as in other works by the author. You will laugh and cry, worry and rejoice. The book “The Last Letter from Your Beloved” is very life-like, real, sincere and beautiful. It is precisely these works that you want to read, immerse yourself in them and believe that in real life there is a fairy tale, sincere and so strong feelings.

The book “The Last Letter from Your Lover” by Jojo Moyes will appeal to everyone who loves wonderful love stories, as well as mysteries, because there are quite a lot of them here. In addition, the interweaving of two events from different times makes the story even more unusual and attractive to a wide range of readers. In any case, you will definitely like the love story. You will get real pleasure from reading this book, enjoy the author's easy style and believe that such sincere feelings as the main characters have in real life, the main thing is to believe in miracles and fairy tales.

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Quotes from The Last Letter from Your Lover by Jojo Moyes

With you, happiness will not shine for us...
For this I – not you – am responsible.

You know, you can't force a person to love you again, no matter how much you want it. Unfortunately, sometimes it's too... too late for that.

Don't you think you're past the age when relationships are built on unraveling the hidden meaning of mysterious messages?

You're always trying to guess what he means, what he really wants... You're wasting your time. For me, everything is much simpler: someone likes you, you like him too, you start dating, that’s all.

Happy birthday! I am sending you a gift, I hope you like it...
Today I think about you especially a lot... You see, I decided that although I am in love with you, I still don’t love you. It seems to me that you are not the only one who is destined for me by God. Be that as it may, I hope you like the gift and have a wonderful celebration of your holiday.

I still love you - even if there is no me, no love, no life on earth - I still love you.

You and I simply cannot stop loving each other - after all, the Earth cannot stop revolving around the Sun.

“I have more than once observed how girls in love surprisingly quickly turn into women who aimlessly spend their time in a cozy family nest. At first they burst with energy, heroically fight off every extra pound, lie awake at night wondering where to buy stockings with an arrow, and pour pints of perfume on themselves. And then a man appears, says: “I love you,” and the gorgeous young lady, inexplicably, immediately turns into a dishwasher - a happy dishwasher.”

I would like to be the one to save you, but it is simply impossible... After you receive this letter, I will not call you anymore, because the letter may upset you, and it would not be fair for me to listen to you cry, after all, in the entire year and a half I have never seen you cry, and in general I have never had a girl like you.

English journalist and writer Jojo Moyes writes about love. She has twice won the Romantic Novelists Association Award. In 2011 - for the novel “The Last Letter from Your Beloved.” Moyes's books are distinguished by an easy writing style, an exciting plot, and interesting characters.

The second storyline involves Jennifer Sterling. A woman was in a car accident and after a head injury does not remember anything about herself. The mother explains to her daughter who she is and what happened, but refuses to answer some questions. Jennifer hopes that when she gets to her house, she will remember everything. She does not feel any feelings for her husband. By chance, she finds a letter in a book signed with the letter B. The woman realizes that there was great love in her life. But who is he? How to find it?

What do we find in the letters?

Found letters not only intrigue the reader, but also create a special atmosphere and set the tone for the entire narrative. Each chapter begins with a fragment of a letter written by a contemporary or person of another generation. There are messages from famous people, and there are anonymous lines. Words of love are clear to everyone. They contain happiness, pain, recognition, disappointment.

Receiving text messages from your beloved man like “I’ll call you later.” Whole.”, Ellie realizes that something is wrong in their relationship. She has read letters from a loving man and knows how to talk about her feelings. The thought involuntarily comes: “What a pity that we stopped writing such letters to each other.”

Anthony is divorced and doesn’t see his son often, since the boy has a stepfather and his wife doesn’t want her ex-husband to interfere with her building a new family. O'Hara had many affairs, and he parted easily with all women. When he meets Jennifer, he initially mistakes her for a beautiful doll. But very soon he realizes: this is the only woman in the world that he needs.

Ellie's story

Journalist Ellie Howorth believes that life is good. She has a job she loves and friends with whom she has been in a relationship for 15 years. There is also a beloved man - fashion writer John Armor. True, he is married and has small children. Ellie thinks John's wife may be glad she doesn't have to worry about his happiness. She justifies her relationship with a married man by saying that if everything was fine in the family, he would not have had an affair.

How to break up?

Women willingly share their impressions of Jojo Moyes's novel "The Last Letter from Your Lover." There are many reviews from readers on various sites on the Internet. Mostly enthusiastic.

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