“Earth seemed a dessert I was bound to traverse, seeking to find the old familiar faces.” Charles Lamb wrote. I feel I have been searching for the old familiar faces for many years now, and I can’t quite account for why I recognise these as yours. But I do.
Do you suppose it’s possible for us to already belong to someone before we’ve met them? If so, I belong to you, or you to me, or me simply to the spirit I found among you on Guernsey. That is as good a definition of family as any I know. I wish you all peace, and hope that if books do have the power to bring people together, this one may work its magic.
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society