Oh boy, I had a fun time reading this book! It was a delightfully entertaining read that really surprised me with it’s underlying messages that could so easily apply to my own life. It baffles me that I haven’t seen a single thing about it on bookstagram, especially when so many people commented about the stunning cover! I hope by the end of this review, you’ll consider giving it a read – I highly recommend it!
Once a celebrated author of short stories now in his twilight years, 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 fulfil his legacy and 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…
The first thing that caught my attention when I received this book was its beautiful cover of course! I couldn’t wait to take pictures of the artwork because it was absolutely striking; yet I couldn’t seem to find a connection between the cover and the blurb. At first glance, the book sounds really gloomy, which explains why I struggled to see the link. But when giving the cheerfully gorgeous cover a closer look, I realized there was definitely a hidden meaning and I could not wait to uncover the mystery behind it.
As it turns out, the book is quite sorrowful and filled with lots of despair; but it manages to stay upbeat and whimsical too. The “cheerfully gorgeous” cover happens to tie in with the warm, funny characters that made the book a light-hearted and entertaining read, all the while carrying over some pretty serious themes.
While reading this captivating tale, written from two different perspectives, I began to appreciate that every single thing around me has its very own story. Something that seems meaningless and mundane to one person may very well be a dear and sentimental piece to another; and the way this author dreamed up a whole new history for these everyday objects was just brilliant. Personally, I feel that anyone who enjoys and appreciates creative writing will truly respect and adore what Ruth Hogan accomplished in this novel.
The way Ruth Hogan structured this enthralling story made it quite clear from the very beginning that you’ll have no idea what’s happening until she wants you to know. Until you absolutely need to know. It was fabulous! My mind was thoroughly stretched trying to piece everything together, and there were a few fleeting moments when I felt as if I were close to the truth, but then it slipped away just as quickly. It was maddening, but proper fun too.
The Keeper of Lost Things is a magical tale of friendship, loss, salvation, hope, and love. It’s unexpected and a bit chaotic at times, but it sends a very powerful message that I think Ruth Hogan herself managed to put perfectly into words:
“It’s a story about how lost people and lost things can sometimes, against all the odds, find their way back home.” – watch the video of Ruth Hogan introducing The Keeper of Lost Things here.
I gave this book 4.5/5 stars on Goodreads.
*I received this book from Jonathan Ball Publishers in exchange for an honest review*
About Ruth Hogan: I was born in the house where my parents still live in Bedford: my sister was so pleased to have a sibling that she threw a thrupenny bit at me. As a child I read everything I could lay my hands on: The Moomintrolls, A Hundred Million Francs, The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe, the back of cereal packets and gravestones. I was mad about dogs and horses, but didn’t like daddy-long-legs or sugar in my tea.
I studied English and Drama at Goldsmiths College which was brilliant, but then I came home and got a ‘proper’ job. I worked for ten years in a senior local government position (I was definitely a square peg in a round hole, but it paid the bills and mortgage) before a car accident left me unable to work full-time and convinced me to start writing seriously. It was going well, but then in 2012 I got cancer, which was bloody inconvenient but precipitated an exciting hair journey from bald to a peroxide blonde Annie Lennox crop. When chemo kept me up all night I passed the time writing and the eventual result was The Keeper of Lost Things.
I live in a chaotic Victorian house with an assortment of rescue dogs and my long-suffering partner (who has very recently become my husband – so I can’t be that bad!) I am a magpie, always collecting treasures, and a huge John Betjeman fan. My favourite word is ‘antimacassar’ and I still like reading gravestones.
Explore the complete collection of lost treasures on Ruth’s Instagram page: Ruth Marie Hogan or search for #KeeperOfLostThings
Have you heard about The Keeper of Lost Things? And do you collect anything fun or quirky in your spare time?