Yes, it is a ghost story, but ghosts don’t fly in your face, howling BOO. They just stay in the background and keep their invisible finger on the pulse of the story.
Yes, it is a love story, but with no saccharine stirred into it, or heavy sighing anywhere within an earshot. Love reveals itself steadily and inescapably.
In short, it is a beautifully crafted story which transcends genre. In fact, it is more than one story as three distinct sets of relationships (Eunice-Bomber, Andrew-Therese and Laura-Freddy) weave in and out of focus, and become entwined. The people populating this book are wonderful. They are the sort of people you would love to make friends with. Sunshine is a masterstroke of loving-tender characterisation. Wait till you meet her and you’ll know what I mean.
And finally, the lost things are characters too. Each of them tells its own amazing story: a blue button, a piece of a puzzle, a little red umbrella.
The Keeper of Lost Things is an original and humble book that can’t help but endear itself to the reader.