Green Dolphin Street

Elizabeth Goudge

I started this book in March and finished it on the last day of December. I hate the title, but I don’t care. (It was originally titled more correctly as Green Dolphin Country.) Ecstatic and true to its smallest jot, it should be in the hands of every Christian and every spouse. I could not read it with any vestige of haste. As it jumped again and again through the years, I put it down, savored it, picked it up, lived it. This book was my companion through 2025, and might—might—it be a story of my life this year? Might it have read me? And might it have loved me with a saving love that only revealed my self? It might. Oh, my.