I admired the magnificent, multi-strata meditation on which she takes the reader while putting one foot in front of the other for 190 north-country miles… This blend of memoir and travelogue is more than the story of Ashworth’s walk through the north-country landscapes through which she passes. It also becomes a pilgrimage inwards as Ashworth reflects on life, death, bereavement, motherhood, being a northerner, friendship, what it means to care for someone and be cared in turn, the limitations of one body and a single lifespan. I felt I was walking with her, stride for stride.

Touching, thoughtful and frank – Jenn is a wonderful writer.

Reading The Parallel Path feels like going on a long walk with an old friend: Jenn Ashworth is exceptionally good company. I loved it.

Whether it’s strange and haunted novels that linger long after the last page has been turned, utterly unnerving short stories or brave memoir excursions in which her own life is laid bare, whatever Jenn Ashworth turns her hand to, I’m there to read it

The Parallel Path is an exploration of need and care. As Jenn Ashworth walks across the country, she learns the strength and precarity of inhabiting a body, and the measures we sometimes take to resist softness. She considers what it means to be from the north, a place which predicates itself on toughness, and how to make space for vulnerability within that. With honesty, humour and determination, Ashworth’s journey takes the reader from coast to coast in search of freedom, teaching us to recognise the fragility and strength in our mortality

Jenn Ashworth finds a new direction – that of acceptance and resilience – in this beautifully realised, powerful memoir.

The Parallel Path is quietly, and seemingly effortlessly, a masterpiece. Ashworth’s deft hand not only leads the reader along the coast to coast walk but also through a personal history and a study of aloneness and determination that makes her every step compelling. It sets a new standard for the walking memoir.

A miracle of a book in which parallel paths meet: friendship and solitude, strength and weakness, sickness and health. A life exquisitely examined over a long walk across the north of England, from one of our finest human nature writers

Wainwright’s coast-to-coast is nominally an A to B walk, but the path Jenn Ashworth takes in parallel is anything but. Here the act of walking is a prism; at times a compulsion, a pilgrimage, a selfish freedom, an ode to life and loss, a blister-cursed slog under blistering sun. Fastidiously researched, I found the history of women walkers fascinating and the passages on getting lost profound. It is Northern in the recognisable way of frankness and mettle but combined with a vulnerability that is rarely displayed. The landscape sings. Where Wainwright’s expedition feels, at times, like a sort of triumphalist safari, in Jenn’s steps the journey becomes regenerative. The Parallel Path is a protest at the limitations of the human body and a humbling of it, and the humbling we do for the humans we love. It is one of the most tender and contemplative books I have ever read.

No one is as honest, tender and elegantly witty as Jenn Ashworth

A stunning – and stunningly intelligent – piece of writing about love, friendship and our relationships with our bodies and ourselves. Ashworth’s walk is partly a way of keeping loss at bay, and her bravery – both in life and on the page – is exceptional. I was very moved and with her every step of the way

Full of intelligence and wisdom, searing self-awareness and humour, The Parallel Path presents the archetypal journey, which begins as an escape, a restlessness on the stinging tail of the pandemic, and develops into something far more profound: a careworn woman who, through a surprising friendship and a challenging task of endurance, knits herself back together, back into herself. It is about motherhood, friendship, grief, and how difficult it is to allow ourselves to be loved. It is also about how sometimes we must abandon all that we know, in order to rediscover our true nature. From the moment I picked up this book, I knew I was in the hands of a master storyteller. Jenn Ashworth is an incredibly talented writer.

A wonderfully tender, generous tale of care and companionship in all its forms. The Parallel Path is a pilgrimage through one woman’s life of loss and love, and a powerful friendship. Ashworth deftly articulates the experience of walking as a need to leave and just keep going – and the power to be able to come back to yourself. She explores the value of solitude and aloneness and the complexity of the human need for contradictory things and how we learn to live with ourselves nonetheless. Ashworth writes with warmth and self-deprecatory humour, noticing the everyday detail in the ordinary moments of life with a vibrancy that makes you feel as if you are walking along beside her. Never sugaring the pill, she holds her own dilemmas and frustrations lightly, but without undermining them, before you know it you are immersed in her world and wishing you were there too. The Parallel Path shows us the importance of place on who we are, how it houses our memories and griefs, of human stories of living and dying, and our imperfect response to each of these things. It is about expected and unexpected illness and of one woman’s path in navigating all the trip hazards on route. A masterclass in memoir and place writing, and a gentle critique of Wainwright (and charity marathons) along the way