On the "Road" Again: From "The Forgotten Road" to the "Coast Road"

I love attending advanced movie screenings with Hubby.  Not only is it a chance to meet new people and make new friends; it's also an opportunity to get some reading done.  I managed to complete Richard Paul Evans' "The Forgotten Road" while waiting in line to see "Solo" A Star Wars Story" special screening at the National Air & Space Museum.  In the book, Charles is re-connected with his ancestral Hispanic heritage after he he robbed of his money by a motorcycle gang and forced to work in the fields.  He eventually leaves the fields and continues with his journey.  Honestly, not a horrible book, but not one of my favorites by Evans.   The "Road" series seems too similar to Evans "Walk" series, though this will be a trilogy, whereas the "Walk" series was told in 6 books.  I'm not going to say that I was eager to finish it, but I am ready for next year's conclusion, "The Road Home."  In the meantime, I'm begun reading "Coast Road" by Barbara Delinsky.  Rachel Keats and Jack McGill were artists, deeply in love when they married, until the rush of life took its toll.  After ten years of marriage, they divorced and went their separate ways.  Jack stayed in San Francisco.  Rachel moved with their two young daughters to Big Sur.  Six years later, an alarming middle-of-the-night phone call demands that Jack put aside his own busy life and career as a leading architect to rush to his ex-wife's hospital bed.  While she lies lifeless, Jack maintains a bedside vigil and finds himself getting to know Rachel better than he ever did--through their daughters, her friends, and even more revealingly, through her art.  Meanwhile, the beauty and grace of the redwood canyon where she has made their home also work their own special alchemy upon Jack.  He begins to see Rachel,  his daughters, and the story of his marriage with new eyes.  "Coast Road' celebrates those things in life that matter most--the kinship of neighbors, the companionship of friends, and the irreplaceable time spent with children and family.  In this masterful  novel, Barbara Delinsky  depicts with exquisite accuracy the ties  that baind each of us to those people and places we hold most dear.  Having previously enjoyed Barbara Delinsky's books, I don't expect this one to be any different, but only time will tell as I take this "Journey Through A Book!"