The Keeper of Lost Things

by Ruth Hogan

She had been dead for forty years, but she was still his life, and her death had given him his purpose. It had made Anthony Peardew the Keeper of Lost Things.

the wonderful thing about books was that they were films that played inside your head.

but chose new love over her oldest friendship nonetheless.

‘In this world, Daisy, we are tiny. We can’t always win and we can’t always be happy. But the one thing that we can always do is try.

But as usual, she rattled him, just by being herself. By being better than him.