Stowaways

<p><b>This contemporary twist on <i>Brief Encounter</i> is a tender meditation on what might have been.<br></b><i><br>‘Maybe we love people because they won’t let us know them.’</i><br><br>A summer’s evening in Manhattan. Nothing – not cold drinks, not showers not a stroll through the chilly aisles of an all-night drugstore – can undo the heat’s hold on the city. Julian is half watching the evening news, his husband filling the dishwasher. That’s when it arrives. An email with the subject line: ‘From Paul Axel’. An email about a dead man from Carol – a woman Julian has never met. Paul has left a message he’d like her to relay. <br><br>Emails are exchanged. Morning coffee is agreed. Carol, fulfilling Paul’s final request, wonders how she will tell Julian of a life – and a love – he has no idea existed. A life, encased in a flash drive, containing multitudes.<br><br><u><b>Readers adored </b><i><b>Stowaways</b>:<br><br></i></u>‘I have unashamedly fallen in love with Andre Aciman's writing. . . I couldn't stop reading until the very last page.’<br>‘It’s a really beautiful book of two people talking about love.’<br>‘Poignant, heart-warming, stimulating and challenging. All readers should recognise something of themselves in this story.’<br>‘I had no idea what to expect going into this book but in true André Aciman style, I was floored by the sheer beauty of it.’</p>