Adam and Amelia have been married ten years and give each other a gift by the traditional list every anniversary — paper, cotton, leather. She wins a weekend away in a converted chapel in the Scottish Highlands, they drive up in a snowstorm, and the place is remote, cold, and wrong. Adam has face blindness and can’t recognize his own wife. Between the chapters sit the letters Amelia has written him every anniversary and never given him, which say things she has never said out loud. Feeney builds the whole thing to a turn that makes you go back and reread the first fifty pages.
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