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Lost Property
by Helen Paris
Sometimes you read the description of the book and you’re just like “Hmm, this sounds interesting” and then you are absolutely floored by it. This is one of those books, and I find myself still thinking about it.
Dot Watson works in at Transport for London Lost Property and takes her job extremely seriously. She knows that what may be a trivial item to some, can mean the world to others. The way she treats strangers lost item with such care and love pulls at my heartstrings.
There are themes of loss and grief woven all through this book and the author illustrates this beautifully. I resonated with this book so much as I place a lot of sentimental value on items that have belonged to loved ones (I’m currently staring at a black cat ornament that was my Nana’s along with her thesaurus that I will treasure always). This book brings me nostalgia and comfort. I find I don’t ever cry at books but this hit me so hard in the feels, I must admit I did shed a tear.
I’ve seen reviews that compare this book to Eleanor Oliphant- I can’t really comment as I read that four years ago and probably should re-read as I am seeing this comparison a lot lately- but really, this book needs to be held in high regard on it’s own merit. Yes, we have a slightly quirkier than average female protagonist but I can assure you, Dot Watson can hold her own. She is meticulous, straightforward and has such a poetic way with words. She has so much she has to face head on, and I feel a lot of others would resonate with her too. Some may see her as ‘odd’ or ‘antisocial’ or ‘weird’. But I adored her, and I never want to see her change her ways.
Also, there are scenes referencing travel in this book that made want to pack my bags and jump straight on the next Eurostar to Paris. My brother was there as I was reading this, and I felt a pang of envy every time he uploaded a photo! I will be watching those tickets
Dot Watson works in at Transport for London Lost Property and takes her job extremely seriously. She knows that what may be a trivial item to some, can mean the world to others. The way she treats strangers lost item with such care and love pulls at my heartstrings.
There are themes of loss and grief woven all through this book and the author illustrates this beautifully. I resonated with this book so much as I place a lot of sentimental value on items that have belonged to loved ones (I’m currently staring at a black cat ornament that was my Nana’s along with her thesaurus that I will treasure always). This book brings me nostalgia and comfort. I find I don’t ever cry at books but this hit me so hard in the feels, I must admit I did shed a tear.
I’ve seen reviews that compare this book to Eleanor Oliphant- I can’t really comment as I read that four years ago and probably should re-read as I am seeing this comparison a lot lately- but really, this book needs to be held in high regard on it’s own merit. Yes, we have a slightly quirkier than average female protagonist but I can assure you, Dot Watson can hold her own. She is meticulous, straightforward and has such a poetic way with words. She has so much she has to face head on, and I feel a lot of others would resonate with her too. Some may see her as ‘odd’ or ‘antisocial’ or ‘weird’. But I adored her, and I never want to see her change her ways.
Also, there are scenes referencing travel in this book that made want to pack my bags and jump straight on the next Eurostar to Paris. My brother was there as I was reading this, and I felt a pang of envy every time he uploaded a photo! I will be watching those tickets