Sometimes I am just meant to read a book and it finds its way to me or vice versa; that was my experience with Rumi’s Daughter. After my mother died, I reconnected with my cousin and visited him in Oregon. He “just happened” to have this book on his coffee table and it beckoned to me. Once I started reading, I could not put it down. One of the few fictional books I have read in the last ten years, it is more than a love story—it is a Love and Grace story, a Way of unlearning much like that of The Shack.