The most important things in life . . . are not things at all.
Nora is fleeing London for her childhood home in Dublin after her heart is suddenly torn apart. Back home, she learns she has inherited all of her grandmother’s worldly belongings – a feather shrug, a Tiffany mirror, a gold locket, and many more precious things besides.
With no means of keeping them, and not able to bear auctioning everything off, Nora decides to open The Memory Shop so each object is matched to a perfect new owner.
Soon Nora begins transforming the lives of those around her through the items she pairs them with, helping them find new happiness in unexpected ways. Now if she can only let go of her own past, she might just surprise herself . . .
An uplifting novel set in a charming Irish community, about love, family and finding your way.
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Ella Griffin I want to be your friend. Also, I want to befriend Nora, Fiona, Michelle (definitely Michelle) and Lia.
Ella the author made it possible for all those wonderful ladies to tell their life stories as if they were telling my own.
A story of betrayal by a man you are in love with and your close friend, a story of ‘amlost divorced’ man, a story of violence, anger and fear and a story of ‘I am not good enough. We have all been there and done that at some stages of our lives.
The Memory Shop is not about shop and is not about things. Also, there is a shop and many wonderful and exotic things. The novel is about memories, lessons, gifts and losses. It is about preciousness of time, the power of forgiveness and love and even bigger power of moving on.
I enjoyed this book immensely. I even worried a co-train rider or two when I was gasping at some parts of the narration. No, there was nothing scarry about the novel. It all just hit too close to home. I read it and I felt it. I relieved my own story through the girls in the book.
I am thankful.
Svetlana Tishchenko 
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