A woman sits at her desk and writes letters, and not occasionally, or sentimentally, but as a discipline, almost as a way of holding her life in place. It sounds gentle, even quaint, until you begin to understand what those letters are doing for her, what they are protecting her from, and what they are quietly refusing to face.

Every now and then, a love story comes along that doesn’t simply fade when the relationship ends. Instead, it settles quietly into your life, reshaping the way you look at things—only to surface years later in ways you never anticipated. Lily King’s Heart the Lover is a novel that understands this peculiar staying power, and it’s the sort of book that refuses to let go once you’ve closed the final page.