Anthony Peardew has spent half his life collecting lost objects, trying to atone for a promise broken many years before.
Realising he is running out of time, he leaves his house and all its lost treasures to his assistant Laura, the one person he can trust to reunite the thousands of objects with their rightful owners.
But the final wishes of ‘The Keeper of Lost Things’ have unforeseen repercussions which trigger a most serendipitous series of encounters…
I’ve just finished this and feel compelled to write about it immediately. Ruth Hogan has created something that soothes your soul. I’ve seen so many people raving about it and it’s been on my TBR pile for a while and I only wish I’d picked it up sooner.
Anyone who is anyone, I recommend you read this. It’s such a pure novel, filled with tiny moments of joy, emotion, sadness, excitement, fear… all of which add up to an absolutely endearing story. I couldn’t put it down!
I recently read Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine and loved it; this reminded me of that world. There’s something truly innocent about both novels. In a world where dark thrillers are taking hold (not a complaint!) it’s really refreshing to read something different; something wholesome.
The Keeper of Lost Things holds in its pages the stories of thousands, the gentle links between the people we meet every day laid out bare and, as a reader, you’re a privileged voyeur, taking a slice of the lives of Eunice, Bomber, Anthony, Laura, Freddy and Sunshine and devouring it.
I recommend this to anyone and everyone. If you need to feel good, this is your key.