by Ruth Hogan
Absolutely gorgeous book. I write that knowing it is my own, highly subjective opinion-- many readers of serious literature would scoff at the notion. Ghosts creep about unseen; people (but not all people) are genuinely kind to each other; gossip burns the cheeks but isn't confronted with angry words; mildly retarded people have mysterious second sight; dementia can be kind of funny; true love ignores age and appearance....
But that's not to say the story is light, sweet or cozy. Bad stuff happens. People hurt. And people who deserve it get told off in the end--hurray!
Besides, how could you not enjoy a book about a man (or really, the people he comes in contact with), who loses a precious thing and starts to collect, label and store all lost things he finds, in hopes of giving them back to the person who once treasured them?
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