Thanks for the Memories

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Status: Read from Jul 21 to Aug 03, 2017
Format: Paperback
Pages: 489
My rating:  5star/5
Author: Cecelia Ahern

Synopsis:

How can you know someone you’ve never met?

Joyce Conway remembers things she shouldn’t. She knows about tiny cobbled streets in Paris, which she has never visited. And every night she dreams about an unknown little girl with blonde hair.

Justin Hitchcock is divorced, lonely and restless. He arrives in Dublin to give a lecture on art and is persuaded to donate blood. It’s the first thing to come straight from his heart in a long time.

When Joyce leaves hospital after a terrible accident, with her life and her marriage in pieces, she moves back in with her elderly father. All the while, a strong sense of déjà vu is overwhelming her and she can’t figure out why…

Review:

If you have already read few of Cecelia Ahern books, by now you would have observed that the main characters in her stories are not someone very amazing and mind-blowing. They are always very clumsy with no control over their emotions and confused in life. This book is no different.

Thanks for the memories has two parallel stories. Joyce is trying to come in terms with the loss of her unborn baby and a failed marriage. She moves back in with her 75 years old father. Recovered from a terrible accident and losing her unborn child, she feels a strong sense of déjà vu of being in places she has never visited in life. Every night she dreams about an unknown blonde girl. She is surprised to know that she has learned Latin and Italian overnight; apart from the great knowledge about the Renaissance paintings and architecture. She keeps remembering someone else’s memories and strong attachment towards a random man she meets accidently in a hairdressers.

Justin is an American man, who has moved across the country just to be closer to his daughter, Bae. He is recovering from his recent divorce. He is an art and architecture freak and is invited to Trinity University, Dublin, as a guest lecturer. Here in Dublin, he ends up donating his blood during the blood donation event organized, just to impress the gorgeous doctor Sarah. But he has this weird thought that, he should know whose life he saved by donating his blood, and the receiver of his blood at least should show his/her gratitude by sending some simple ‘thank you’ note with basket full of muffins. Strange enough, he starts receiving such thank you notes with small token of gifts. He badly wants to know who is that mystery person sending him all these ‘thank you’ notes. But he is also feels a strong sense of attachment towards this lady he meets in hairdressers.

The beginning of the story is little confusing and the prologue does not grab the attention. But as the story proceeds further, it starts to make sense. At parts i felt, the story is stretching . But this is the same feeling one get in Cecelia’s books. Justin’s behavior is so selfish towards Sarah. For his behavior i really felt angry on Justin. The talks and discussions of Joyce with her two best friends are very crazy, but brings up the smile. The best comedy in the book is contributed by Joyce’s father. He is one non-stop chatter box, breaking into talks with random strangers and telling some silly lies.

The funniest part of the book is the whole excursion to London. It is so funny how Joyce convinces her father to join her to travel to London, who has never stepped his foot outside Ireland. You will not be able to control you laughter when Joyce and her father steal the umbrella bin during the visit to antique road show and get on television. Viking bus riding is also very hilarious.

Overall it is a good read with moments of sadness, but more moments of crazy laughter with an happy beginning of a new life.

“We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it’s easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless, always, we are found.”

About the Author:

cecelia ahern

Cecelia Ahern was born on September 30, 1981 in Dublin, Ireland. She is the daughter of the former Irish Taoiseach Bertie Ahern. On 14th December 2009 it was announced that Cecelia had given birth to her first child with partner David Keoghan, a girl named Robin. She was secretly married on 11 June 2010 in County Kildare, Ireland. Her older sister, Georgina Ahern is married to Nicky Byrne of Irish pop group Westlife. Cecelia was a member of the Irish pop group Shimma who finished third in the Irish national for the Eurovision Song Contest in 2000. She attended Griffith College Dublin and obtained a degree in Journalism and Media Communications.

Cecelia Ahern wrote her first novel, PS. I Love You when she was twenty-one. It was published in 2004, the number 1 bestseller in Ireland for 19 weeks and sold in over forty countries. The book was adapted as a motion picture directed by Richard LaGravenese and starring Hilary Swank and Gerard Butler and released in 2007 in the United States.

Her second book, Where Rainbows End (US title: Love, Rosie or Rosie Dunne) won the German CORINE Award in 2005. She contributed with short stories to charity books and is also the co-creator and producer of the ABC comedy Samantha Who?.

Her other works include If You Could See Me Now (US title: A Silver Lining), A Place Called Here (US title: There’s No Place Like HereThanks for the Memories (US title: Desire LinesThe Gift The Book of Tomorrow.

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