Back cover description:
When Angel sets fire to her childhood home, it isn’t the end–it’s the beginning. Left with nothing but a few memories in her pocket, Angel escapes into the fields of tobacco, the only place she has ever felt safe. Hidden by those green-gold leaves, she sets her eyes on the mountains and believes someone waits for her there. Angel will do whatever she has to until she finds her. She longs to empty her pockets, hand over the answers to what became of her, and whisper, This is my story.
As Angel journeys toward the mountains, Hannah is struggling to tell her own story. The daughter of missionaries who follow the rules of a small and strict religious sect, modesty is prized above all else. Wearing floor length polyester skirts, and never cutting her hair, Hannah is forced to live a separate life from her peers. Until the summer her family moves to James Island, South Carolina. Slowly, Hannah begins to escape the confines of her strict upbringing, and soon makes a choice that will forever change the course of her life.
As these two women’s paths connect, Hannah’s past will prove to mean everything to Angel’s future.
Sometimes as a writer I wonder if all the stories worth telling, have already been told. After reading The Memory Thief, I’m reminded that there are countless unique books waiting to be written, if one just has the imagination to conjure it and the skill to give it the words it deserves.
Rachel Keener writes from the heart in a convincing voice whether writing from the perspective of a girl living in heartbreaking poverty, or from the mind of someone going slowly insane. The voices of her characters are authentic, and the world she builds for them to live in feels as real as a memory.
Her writing itself is uniquely her own and overflowing with fresh imagery and original analogies you’ll want to remember long after putting the book down.
I knew from Keener’s first book, (The Killing Tree), that she would be a new author to watch, and her second book, The Memory Thief, only reaffirms that.