The Great Unexpected

The Great Unexpected

by Dan Mooney


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A curmudgeon and his eccentric new roommate join together to plan an epic escape in this charming, poignant tale.

Joel lives in a nursing home, and he’s not one bit happy about it. He hates being told when to eat, when to sleep, when to take his pills. He’s fed up with life and begins to plan a way out when his new roommate, a retired soap opera actor named Frank, moves in and turns the nursing-home community upside down.

Though the two men couldn’t be more opposite, a fast friendship is formed when Frank is the only one who listens to and stands up for Joel. When he tells Frank about his burgeoning plan, they embark together on a mission to find the perfect escape, and along the way will discover that it’s never too late for new beginnings.

Filled with colorful characters, sparkling humor and deep emotion, The Great Unexpected is the story of friendship, finding oneself later in life and experiencing newfound joy in the most unexpected places.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780778308584
Publisher: Park Row Books
Publication date: 06/25/2019
Edition description: Original
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 68,630
Product dimensions: 5.29(w) x 8.01(h) x 0.91(d)

About the Author

Dan Mooney is a 32-year-old amateur filmmaker and air traffic controller, and a friend to many cats. He wrote his first piece of fiction for a child-operated local newspaper at age ten and has been writing ever since. He lives in Ireland. Me Myself and Them is his first novel.

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"Miller," Joel whispered across the space between their two beds. "Why aren't you dead yet?"

Miller, in a coma for over two years, said nothing. Instead his knobbly, decrepit old chest just rose and dropped, barely perceptible under the thin cotton sheets.

"Fine. Be that way," Joel told him.

Miller ignored him.

Joel Monroe had objected to Mr. Miller's presence when they'd first brought him in. Not that anyone paid his protests even the slightest bit of attention. A year before they wheeled in the corpse-that-was-not, Lucey had lived in that bed. He had gone to sleep every night knowing she was there and woken up every morning to see her already up and about, dressing herself, cleaning, pottering here and there and chatting quietly with the nurses as they came in and out with breakfast.

She had made living in a nursing home seem bearable, fun even, instead of the parade of indignities and insults it had turned out to be in the aftermath of her death. She decorated the place. Flowers in old vases she had collected from yard sales, photographs of their little family, the three of them at the beach, a tiny little Eva in his arms. She placed brightly coloured throws on the beds which cheerfully canceled out the sterility of the place, made it nice. It was what she had been doing all their lives together: making things nice for him. She brought light where she went, and her laugh warmed any room she was in. To Joel's eyes she had never shown any evidence of her advancing years, for she was as bright and energetic as always, a force of nature showing no signs of abating. He, on the other hand had wasted away slowly while they were there, then rapidly after she had died. It was a cold place without her. Now the photos still hung on the walls, but Joel had paid them less and less mind as time rolled by. Occasionally he might glance at baby Eva in his arms and wonder what he had done to deserve being trapped in this place, trapped without his Lucey.

The ignominy of having her replaced by Miller was an insult that had stuck in Joel's craw. He had told them that he didn't want Miller. He didn't want anyone.

But after a while, he was, in fact, easy to get used to. He didn't chew too loudly, didn't care what programs Joel played on the television, didn't engage in pointless small talk, or interrupt the football when it was turned on. Outside of the times when the nurses came in to check on him, move him around and clean him, he was perfectly charming. Shocking conversationalist, but a fine roommate. That didn't stop Joel from resenting the staff for foisting Miller on him in the first place, but at least life was easy between them.

"If you're not going to eat your breakfast this morning, do you mind if I have your eggs?"

Miller, of course, said nothing.

"You talking to Mr. Miller again. Mr. Monroe?" Nurse Liam asked, as he bustled in with Joel's breakfast on a small foldable table. The orange juice hardly rippled in the young man's steady hands. Youthful, unblemished, not at all gnarled up like his seemed to be.

"Rudest man ever," Joel grunted. "Hasn't opened his mouth since he got here."

Nurse Liam smiled slightly at the joke. It wasn't new. Nothing in the nursing home was. Everything was old and overused and on the point of breaking. Everything, down to the furniture, showed its age and its weakness. Joel tried not to think about it, but it seemed that wherever his eyes went there was infirmity and uselessness.

"Time for your breakfast Joel," Liam told him, as if he didn't know.

"I'm well aware of what time it is, Nurse Liam," Joel replied testily. "I've been living here for five years. Eight in the morning has never been anything else other than breakfast time. For over eighteen hundred days and counting, it's been breakfast time at eight o'clock."

"All right, all right. No need to get cranky. Just making conversation."

"Well if that's your idea of making conversation, boy, then you have a great many things to learn."

Liam sighed and tried to force a tight smile as he nestled the mini-table across Joel's lap. He was used to Joel; he might have even liked him. Sometimes. A little bit.

Liam hated to be called boy, which naturally enough, meant that Joel found frequent opportunities to deploy the word. It wasn't that he didn't like the young nurse, quite the opposite; he had always enjoyed the young man's company. It was just something about the way that he, and all the rest of the staff at the home, spoke to him during mealtimes, or when the medicine was being dished out, or at bedtime. A sort of false tonality, a singsong quality that Joel was sure was supposed to be upbeat and cheerful but somehow felt like the voice a teacher might use when checking a ten-year-old's homework. He opened his mouth to have another pop, but thought better of it. Nurse Liam was one of the increasingly small number of things about this nursing home that Joel actually liked.

It was sometimes difficult for others to tell when Joel liked something, since his behaviour changed not a jot.

Liam was in his mid to late thirties, a full forty years younger than Joel, but had about his face a certain quality of elderliness. It was something about his eyes, a sort of wariness that suggested he'd walked a harder road than perhaps he should have. Everything else about him was ordinary enough. He was a handsome type, with a long narrow face and a ready smile. He was tall but not looming and quite slim without appearing too skinny. There was nothing particularly special about him, except those blue eyes with their aged quality.

His hands moved deftly, with the steady calm and assurance of a man who had worked in his field for years. There was a touch of gentleness about them too, a familiarity with delicacy and breakable things. Joel wondered if he was the breakable thing. He supposed that he was.

Liam seemed to notice Joel biting his tongue, bottling up the urge to needle him further. His tense, forced smile relaxed into a more genuine one, and he cheekily tucked a napkin into the top of Joel's pajamas and then darted out of range before the older man could rip it clear and throw it at him.

"Insolent little ..." Joel started furiously.

"I'll bring you some tea," Liam told him, laughing as he backed out of the room.

Joel sulked. To think that he had decided against ribbing the man out of some sense of loyalty, and then the little shit had gone and stuck a bib on him like he was some kind of child. Worse again, he had almost forced Joel into uttering a swear word. Joel despised profane language.

"You believe that, Miller? Can you believe the arrogance of children these days? The disrespect of them?"

Miller breathed. In and out.

"Miller, do absolutely nothing if you completely agree with me."

Miller did absolutely nothing.

He was an agreeable chap in that regard. He frequently agreed with anything Joel had to say on a variety of subjects.

"Nice to have you on my side again, old boy. When he comes back in I want you to give him the cold shoulder like only you can. Don't say a word to him."

"Some tea, Mr. Monroe?" Liam asked as he made his way back in.

"We're not speaking to you," Joel told the nurse matter-of-factly.

* * *

After breakfast Joel cleaned and dressed himself. He had been neglecting his appearance lately, which came as something of a surprise to him by the time he realised it. All his life he had been somewhat fussy about his appearance. His clothes were a symbol of his position in society. A small-business owner. A working man. He wore his clothing as a uniform, that passersby might know his rank and station. Up in the mornings to prepare for work, he'd wash, shave and fix his hair, before donning his shirt and tie and making his way to the garage. A shirt and tie, despite knowing that he was going to be pulling on his overalls and getting dirty for his living. The overalls were a symbol of his rank too, his usefulness. A man in dirty overalls is almost never an idle man.

The early stages of retirement had been no different; he had dressed smartly, shaved every day. His rituals had continued unabated. Right up until when Lucey died. Something had happened to him then, a little bit of his life force had left with her, and suddenly Joel found himself in the visitors' room, at five in the evening, in his pajamas and his house coat, watching soap operas that he loathed, because it was someone else's turn to decide what channel they'd all watch on the common room television. For Joel the only thing worse than the outrageous stupidity of the story lines was the number of people who seemed to buy into them. Hilltop Nursing Home had accrued a small hard-core group of soap opera addicts.

Worse still were the days when he lay abed, not getting up, endlessly cycling through the channels on the small television in his bedroom, never happy with anything that was on, never happy with anything at all. Too unhappy and too unmotivated to just turn off the television and find something else to do.

When he had chanced across his reflection in the sneeze guard on the dining room salad counter at lunch the day before, he had been shocked to notice the fuzz on his cheeks and the stains on his pajamas. His cheeks had appeared extra hollow, skeletal even, despite the fact that he still had some meat on his bones. He hated that reflection. In reaction, he had decided to arrest his decline, and so, after he had eaten, Joel hauled himself from the bed and set about cleaning and dressing with determination.

He plucked his nose hair. He shaved his cheeks. He swept his hair back with the wax his grandson Chris had given him for Christmas nearly six months before. After he was clean, he dressed himself. A white shirt, a simple brown tie and a wool jacket. Brown slacks and brown shoes. He straightened himself up and gave himself a look over. Not bad, he decided. Not tremendous, by any means, but not terrible either.

Joel had never developed a significant stoop. His father, an occasionally vicious man, had been adamant about three things: good manners, no swearing, and fine posture. He rewarded any display of these three handsomely. And punished any failures furiously. As a result, Joel stood quite tall, still approaching six feet. His years of manual work and playing football had toughened him, and so his frame was still substantial, with only the traces of a paunch showing around the buttons of his shirt. He still had a lot of hair. For now, at least. His father had died bald. Joel tried to pretend that there was no satisfaction in that for him, but that was a lie. He had been a little bit delighted about it.

"Stay here and guard the fort, Miller. I'm going for a walk."

Around nine in the morning in Hilltop Nursing Home, the corridors started to come alive as much as they could in a place where death is potentially around every corner. Having had breakfast, the residents began their days, and visited each other's rooms. The nursing staff, having only just started their shift with the delivery of breakfast, would be full of energy and enthusiasm. That would wane, of course, it always did. Sometime, after they had to convince Rose that the house across the street didn't belong to her brother, or when they'd had their first row with one of the residents' family members over what medication their residents should be taking, or when they had to change their first adult diaper of the day. The positivity with which they began every day would fizzle out. Nurse Liam usually kept his good spirits, and the little Filipino lady, Angelica, whose laugh could be heard from one end of the building to the other, was hard to wear down too, but Joel had seen it a time or two. Given long enough, Hilltop wore everyone down. Life. Life wore everyone down, didn't it?

And of everyone, this was most terribly true of The Rhino. Life had made her into something else. Something hard and unrelenting and, though Joel would never admit it to anyone else, something a little bit scary.

Florence Ryan, or The Rhino when her back was turned, was both the head nurse and the owner of Hilltop. It seemed something of a misnomer to call such a little woman The Rhino; her size indicated something altogether daintier. Her size was a lie. She was named for her relentlessness and her purposeful charge through the halls that scattered residents and staff alike.

Hilltop had belonged to her parents, and she'd grown up here. Worked here all her life, studied to be a nurse, inherited the family business, and now she ruled over the establishment with an authority Pol Pot would have been proud of. Like a blizzard she moved through the nursing home, with a kind of relentless, cold energy. Always threatening to destroy whatever she came in contact with. Even Liam and Angelica stood to attention when The Rhino was on the move, their good-natured smiles replaced with sterner expressions, almost severe, as though old Rhino herself was somehow contagious. The families of residents, vocal in their complaints when dealing with other nursing staff, stepped lightly when dealing with The Rhino, moderating their tones, fawning a little, and when she had finished wringing them out like a wet rag, The Rhino would plunder onwards, furiously.

He remembered with a chill the day she had found a family member smuggling in a bottle of whiskey for Old Tim Badger. Joel had watched as she seemed to grow in size, swelling outwards, Old Tim's son shrinking before her, contracting into himself until it looked like he might just shrink out of his own clothes. She had brandished the bottle of whiskey like a club. Joel could have sworn she'd grown a full two feet taller by the time she'd finished with him, while Old Tim's son looked like he might actually cry. Literal tears. Joel shuddered at the thought.

He tried to look nonchalant as he scanned the hallways for sign of The Rhino, but all he saw or heard were the sounds of the residents and staff happily going about their day.

"I don't think she's in yet," Una told him from her doorway.

"Excuse me?" Joel replied.

"You're looking for Mrs. Ryan, and I don't think she's here yet."

Una Clarke had been a resident at Hilltop longer even than Joel had. She had been friends with Lucey. They'd played bridge as a team. A handsome woman, she hadn't yet surrendered to the malaise that seemed to grip everyone in Hilltop at some point, and dressed herself well. She had never been a wealthy woman, and some of the clothes she still wore had once been Lucey's. It set Joel's teeth on edge, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"I was absolutely not looking for Mrs. Ryan. I have no interest whatsoever in the comings and goings of that woman," Joel lied, while trying to surreptitiously check for her out of the corners of his eyes.

Una chuckled at him lightly.

"You're looking very well today, Joel. You scrub up quite well when you bother to get out of your pajamas. What's the big occasion?"

Joel bit back a retort.

Una was wearing a neat navy cardigan with large golden buttons that Lucey used to wear on Saturdays when they would go to the market. Saturday morning was always the market. Lucey dragged him along once, and he had been surprised to find the vibrancy of the place charming. After that he had looked forward to it. A little early morning date with his wife. She in her cardigan and he in his. She'd usually pick up some strange fruit or vegetable and work it into their dinner. He didn't always love that, but complaining to Lucey had been pointless. She'd listened to enough of it over the years that she let it wash off her, smiling at his grumbling and cooking whatever she pleased anyway. That little smile was a beautiful thing.

The cardigan looked well on Una. He hated that it looked well on her. He wanted to tell her that it looked nice on her. He also wanted to tell her to stop wearing his wife's clothes.

"Felt like it," he mumbled instead. Una wasn't the enemy. Come to think of it, Joel was struggling to identify who the enemy was.

"Makes a lovely change. It's nice to see you motivated."

Motivated. He didn't feel motivated. He felt something else.

It was something darker, malevolent but intangible. Something he couldn't explain that seemed to be resting just beyond the edges of his senses, waiting. It wasn't the first time he'd felt it, but there was something more immediate about it now, something more imminent. A bleakness that spread like a cloud around him, thickly, invading his space, his mind. He hoped it would pass.

"Yes. Well. Thought I could do with a shave and all that," he said, trying to come up with a way to end the conversation.

"I remember that jacket. Wasn't that a special occasion jacket?" she asked.


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The Great Unexpected 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 15 reviews.
Anonymous 7 days ago
Nothing in this book was unexpected. A combination of sweet, humorous, and dark from start to finish, Big dectraction: thoroughly predictable. Some of the descriptions had me chuckling. And/or sighing as bittersweet and often heartwarming. Yet... Cantakerous curmudgeon [redundant?] Joel Monroe lives in a nursing home. His wiife, Lucey, dies [they were roomates there]. Gets new roommate, Frank de Selby, aka Frank Adams. Grumbles. Become friends. Yadda yadda. Spark of life--his granddaughter Lily. So, I found this often tiresome because it was so repetitious. Started off a 3.5, then maybe a 4, ultimately 3 as too much same old same old but moststly because I correctly foretold every turn.
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TheBookishHooker 13 days ago
The Great Unexpected is a tender, charming look at aging and how younger generations perceive the elderly. When Joel, an elderly nursing home resident, is tired of being treated like a child instead of the adult he still is. When Frank, a retires soap opera actor, moves into the same room as Joel, he'll turn his world upside down and show him life isn't over. Though the book touches on some hard to hear topics dealing with the aging process and society's views on the aged and was at times depressing, overall I found the novel quite charming and an eye opener to how older people may be feeling when they lose the ability to enjoy freedom on their terms. The author did a great job balancing the two ends of the emotional spectrum. The characters were lovely and felt as if they could be anyone's grandparents, lending a sense of familiarity to them and their plights. Overall, I deeply enjoyed the book and want to thank NetGalley and Harlequin Publishing for the advanced copy given in exchange for an honest review.
Anonymous 15 days ago
Genre: General Fiction Publisher: Trade Publishing Pub. Date: June 25, 2019 This tenderly written novel is both depressing and hilarious. The plot revolves around two old men living in a nursing home. Think “A Man Called Ove” meets “The Odd Couple.” One is an introverted curmudgeon who has been there for years and considers his place of residency a prison. He walks around all day in his pajamas. In younger years he was a working-class mechanic who owned the shop. Nowadays, he desperately misses being the boss. He has given up on life and has suicidal thoughts. The other old dude is a sweetheart who has just moved in. He once worked as a soap opera actor. He is flamboyant, extraverted and just happens to be gay. This man dresses meticulously and always wears an accent scarf. He makes the best out of the living in the home, though he too misses his working life. The author has them sharing a room opening up all sorts of humor. Mooney does a great job nailing their differences and incompatibility. In the “outside world” they would never have been friends, but “locked up” together they create an unbreakable ying-yang friendship. The real meat on the bones of the story is how the elderly are often thrown aside and made to feel isolated and useless. Mooney shows this best when the two old men sneak out to visit the mechanic’s old shop. The reader will feel the weight of depression when the mechanic realizes that now he is just an intruder and is asked to leave the premises. The author skillfully handles the sensitive subject of suicide. And somehow manages to make humor work so it doesn’t read all doom and gloom. He does this without minimizing the seriousness of suicidal ideation. Not an easy task. At times the writing gets sweetly/schmaltzy with a family reconnecting. Nor is the plot always believable. If you have ever been in a nursing home you know that sneaking out is unlikely. Still, reading about two old man enjoying high school antics is fun to read. If you are in the mood for a story that will make you cry and laugh at the same time this one is for you.
GGGeiss 16 days ago
I loved the cover and the description of this novel and that is why I wanted to read it. I thoroughly enjoyed this heartfelt and poignant story. The fellowship of friendship transcends age and the moral is that one can find companionship at any time in life, if one is open to the opportunity. Not to be pladitudiness, but people come into your life for a reason or a season and it’s up to us to embrace. Mutual trust and support of a fellow human being, triumphs over negativity. This, to me, is the take-away of this wonderful and well written book. It’s funny and sad and totally worth reading. Thank you Netgalley and Harlequin for the opportunity to read and review this ARC.
HollyLovesBooks4 16 days ago
Unexpectedly entertaining! I chose this on a whim because it was offered by the publisher as an early release and I was honestly skeptical at first but when I read the plot line, I decided to give it a try. I was very pleasantly surprised. As a caregiver for my elderly, nursing home resident family member, I kept picturing various people I have met as the characters in the book. Truly well done. #TheGreatUnexpected #NetGalley
lee2staes 19 days ago
What a treasure! The Great Unexpected is a beautiful novel about grief, purpose and friendship that tells the story of 75 year old, cranky Joel Monroe, who has been forced to retire to a nursing home.The book is filled with colorful characters, humour and deep emotions. It is the story of friendship, finding oneself later in life and experiencing joy in the most unexpected places. I was reminded to enjoy life while I still have it. The characters are elderly people, but they feel so young! It reinforced my opinion that the elderly are really just young people in old bodies. A great novel about a man wanting to die and seeing life from a different perspective. I highly recommend this one! My thanks to Netgalley, the publisher and the author for an advance copy of this book in exchange for a fair and honest review.
Anonymous 21 days ago
I have a soft spot for stories about grumpy old men. I thought I’d love The Great Unexpected even before reading it, and I was right. The relationships between characters (friends, father-daughter, husband-wife) are moving and honest. And of course, thinking about aging and death is terrifying, but also eye-opening. I highly recommend The Great Unexpected if you enjoy stories like Up, The Odd Couple or A Man Called Ove. Thank you to Harlequin and NetGalley for providing a free advance copy in exchange for an honest review.
MeganLeprich 21 days ago
Thank you so much to Park Row Books and NetGalley for the copy of this book for my review. This was such a heartwarming, sweet, awesome book that I honestly wasn’t expecting to like. It goes pretty far out of my comfort zone for me but I found myself really enjoying it! The ending was a little depressing for me and as I’m known to cry easily over books I hesitated and about put it down. I’m really glad that I didn’t though because it got a lot happier and honestly had me smiling through most of it. Until the end of course and then I cried, go figure. You definitely won’t regret reading this novel.
TUDORQUEEN 21 days ago
This is a story about a resident of Hilltop Nursing Home, Joel Monroe. His wife Lucey used to share the room with him, until she suddenly died one morning after asking for a cup of tea. Eventually, they put a man named Mr. Miller in Joel's room, who was essentially comatose. Even though Mr. Miller was just a body in the room, Joel still found his presence very comforting. Then one day Mr. Miller coded and the medical staff mightily attempted resusitation, to no avail. Joel was forever traumatized by the violent CPR manipulation on Mr. Miller, imagining his pathetically frail rib bones being crushed during the process. Joel's depressive state was already hitting critical mass, but after the death of Mr. Miller, Joel wanted to kill himself more than ever. Then one day a new inmate could be heard laughing and cajoling with the other nursing home residents. To Joel's utter surprise (and dismay), it was his new roommate Frank Adams ...aka de Selby. Frank de Selby was his stage name, as he was an actor in the theater as well as on a popular soap opera. With his dapper, colorful scarves and rogue-ish humor, Frank could diffuse almost any stressful situation. Joel is still grieving his wife and Mr. Miller and is grumpier than ever. He's cursing at staff, refusing to take his pills, and admits to Frank that he wishes to kill himself. While Joel initially rebuffed Frank's invitation at friendship, his defenses gradually wear down to possibly welcome in the best friend he's ever had. I don't want to include any spoilers, but lets say these two gentleman conspire to "jailbreak" on more than one occasion to feel alive again. There were some tearjerker moments and an ending that left me utterly gobsmacked. This 368 page book could have been edited down more, but this was a pleasant and poignant read. Thank you to HARLEQUIN- Trade Publishing / Park Row for providing an advance reader copy via NetGalley.
paulalala09 21 days ago
This is a delightful book drawing sentimentality about two gentlemen at odds with each other thrown together in the same room in their adult living facility. Their lives join to create the spark they both are missing enlivening both their personalities and the people around them. It is a thoroughly enjoyable book. I voluntarily read a copy of this book and all my opinions are my own.
Anonymous 21 days ago
Joel lives in a nursing home and wants to kill himself. Literally. After years of being told what to eat, where to go, when to sleep, and when to take his medication, Joel has decided he's going to take his own life. His plans get thrown for a loop when his new roommate, Frank, moves in. The two couldn't be more different: Joel is a cranky grump, and Frank is an over the top retired soap opera star. As the unlikely duo grow closer, Frank promises to help Joel find the perfect way to end his life, but along the way, the two end up discovering there may be more yet to life. I felt the premise of this book was interesting, and thought I'd be in for a bit of a tug on the old heartstrings, but I just didn't get into this. There were some touching moments, but even more that rubbed me a little wrong. Overall, I didn't feel connected to any of the characters, and just felt a bit bored throughout.
Mamato5Chickies 21 days ago
Oh, my heart. Be forewarned, this book has some heavy themes. Depresson, death, took me aback at first but by the end of the book I understood and appreciated Joel. I cannot imagine the loneliness one must feel in a nursing home, especially after the love of your life has passed. I loved the characters that Dan Mooney wrote. They simply leapt off the page. The friendship between Frank and Joel, one of true acceptance and appreciation, is just beautiful. I smiled, laughed, cringed, and cried throughout this book. And at the end I just felt hopeful and happy. The perfect addition to my Up Lit must read list.
jdowell 21 days ago
Awesome portrayal of a man, Joel, living in a nursing home and he wants to commit suicide because he feels he has nothing left to live for. The story is told with much humor as well as sensitivity and I loved it! The characters are well developed and they were a great cast of people in Joel's life. I really loved the way Joel described the nursing home as a prison, the residents as inmates and the nurses their jailers. This story will really make you think about how the elderly are treated in today's society. We need to find ways to make sure they don't feel isolated and useless. How they need to have the right to live their lives and come and go as they please and not be treated as children. Kudos to Dan Mooney for a wonderful read! Thanks to Dan Mooney and HARLEQUIN - Trad Publishing through Netgalley for an advance copy.
Shelley-S-Reviewer 21 days ago
What a refreshing book to read. It seems sad to begin with, but hope is in sight and it's really quite an optimistic little story. The novel was a lot of fun to read. This is one of those achingly beautiful books that leaves you with a lovely warm feeling. Joel and Frank are the type of characters that touch your heart. As they set off on a journey of discovery they actually discover much more about themselves, eventually returning to new lives enriched with new possibilities.  This is a story of slow healing, better understanding of those you love, and not only accepting the things you cannot change, but also changing with life's journey. I really like the character development in this book. I started out not liking Joel and ended up loving him. There were spots in the book that were very touching. The journey was realistic, as were most of the accompanying characters. The novel was heartfelt and well written. A book that explores - without too many sugary sweet moments - love, bonds that survive the past as well as death, and how important daily connections are in any person's life, the story charms readers with its sass, adventure, heartbreak and hope for the future. The Great Unexpected manages to have fun and is a worthwhile read.