Eighteen Days Till Home is just the sort of novel I like — it’s an engaging story that beckons you to turn just one more page and keeps you coming back as often as possible; at the same time, woven into its well-written and entertaining text is an invitation into realms much deeper than the surface of the tale, realms of soul and angels, of life and death, of love.
In short, it’s a practically-perfect novel: great reading without being mere entertainment.
Here’s a synopsis of the story:
Unable to reconcile herself to the deaths of her husband and her eldest daughter, poet Elizabeth Layton is teetering on the edge of an emotional abyss. To keep her from excessive mourning, her sister and brother pressure Elizabeth into going on a museum sponsored trip to the Aegean. This becomes a journey of healing, self-discovery and spiritual awakening. Against a background of ancient and exotic settings, Elizabeth meets Paul, a fellow traveler and lifelong student of Anthroposophy, who helps her understand her life in ways she never imagined; and Eric, who brings with him the challenges of love.