Looks like I managed to squeeze in one final read for 2017 and I’m glad it was The Marble Collector by Cecelia Ahern. Having only just read The Year I Met You and enjoy it, I’m glad to say the upward trend of Ahern’s writing continues for me.
The Marble Collector tells both the story of a single day and that of a lifetime – that of his daughter Sabrina, who discovers a marble collection she never knew her father had; and that of Fergus, the father who lost some of his memory and the impact marbles have had on him all his life, and why he chose to keep it hidden.
It’s a lovely story, in which Fergus begins to remember himself and Sabrina, in a way, finds herself, through her search to find her father’s missing marbles. Unlike most of Ahern’s other stories, there is no burgeoning love story involved here, just the strengthening of the relationships already there.
I really enjoyed this one. And now I’m curious about marbles.