Perhaps I expected too much, but this book was a terrible disappointment. The only redeeming feature is in fact the anonymous letter in the bottle, which remains anonymous. I feel that the author of the letter had a genuine reason for writing her message, but the message Mrs. Liebreich sends in return, in the final lines of the book, ring hollow, especially in the light of what she has written about her. The wild goose chase of an investigation that she pursues seems to be an excuse to get herself published, it is padded out with gratuitous flannel and it is extremely insensitive to publish some of the outlandish analysis made of the letter and its author.
The letter itself is beautiful and I am pleased to have read it. This is the only part you need to read. A publication and television appeal would have been less intrusive than some of the judgemental gibberish written about this poor mother. She could still have remained anonymous if she so wished, and perhaps taken comfort in the fact that the message to her son had made someone cherish each day they had with their children.
To Mrs. Liebreich, Thank you for bringing this letter to my attention, although I wish your story had been more respectful.
To Maurice's mother, Thank you for reminding me that I am blessed.