“I believe in you,” Amélie says. She peers up at me, her eyes alight with passion and pain. “Even the ocean wasn’t wide enough to keep us apart.” June 6, 1944. Gazing over the ocean, Eddie sits on the edge of a stone wall overlooking the beach. The tide that had swept in now slowly ebbs, leaving behind it a beach full of dead. There is so much work to be done. The thought depresses me, but I know that I can’t dwell on it too much. If I am to survive the war and find my way to Amélie in Paris, I have to stay on my guard and be ready for anything. At the thought of Paris, I lean back. Memories of those moments remain with me even now. After almost five years of separation, the promises we made to each other remain. I need to find Amélie. First, I just have to survive one of the most significant battles we have yet to face, the one they are calling D-Day. Reaching Paris and finding Amélie has never felt so impossible… Amélie, Paris. Mama smiles at me and makes her way into the kitchen. The sweet smell of fresh tea and biscuits baking in the oven fills the air. I pour a cup for each of us and sit down opposite her, cupping my own steaming brew. “If he is the man you describe, I think he will be a man who pursues honour and does his duty for God and his country,” Mama says, stirring the tea ruminatively. “I can only pray that God keeps watch over him, wherever he is.” A gripping story of love against all odds, found in the most hopeless of places. This epic page turner inspires us that the pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again. Readers will absolutely love No Ocean Wide Enough