One Hundred Days to Begin Again

There are moments when life grabs us by the collar, yanks us out of our comfort, and places us face to face with the inescapable: our own mortality, our past choices, our quiet regrets. One Hundred Days to Begin Again was born from such a moment. From a dizzying realization. From a question we all too often avoid: if everything ended tomorrow, what would I hold onto from what I loved, from those I loved, from the person I’ve been?

Sarah Delcourt, the heroine of this novel, is standing at a crossroads. At forty-five, a survivor of a plane crash, she embarks on an intensely personal pilgrimage: to revisit the five great loves of her life—like opening forgotten letters tucked away in an old drawer. From Paris to New York, Rome to London, Berlin to Barcelona, she isn’t chasing romance. She’s searching for truth. The kind we silence, the kind we run from, the kind that sets us free.

This novel is a journey through memory, buried emotions, missed chances, and the kind of truth that heals. It’s a love song to life itself, to second chances, to clarity—and to the courage it takes to love again, especially oneself.

Through Sarah, perhaps you’ll recognize pieces of yourself. Perhaps you’ll hear the echo of a voice from your past, of a love never fully forgotten, or of a dream you thought too old to be reborn. Perhaps you too will be tempted to explore your own hundred inner days—not to start over, but to continue more fully.

This book changed me. It reconciled me with the twisted paths of the heart, with the griefs we carry in silence, and with the idea that light can always be reborn, even among the ruins.

Thank you, dear readers, for walking alongside Sarah. This novel now belongs to you. May it move you, shake you, comfort you—or all of the above.

With all my sincerity,
Clara Lewis