An emotionally charged and captivating novel about the complexities of female friendship and motherhood.
In ‘The Memories We Bury’ the author explores the dangerous bonds we can create with strangers and how past memories can cast long shadows over the present.
Lizzie Thomson seems to have everything. Having recently started her first job as a music teacher in Edinburgh she is thrilled to be moving into her lovely new home with her husband, Markus. But Lizzie hides the sadness of her upbringing which has caused her to feel inadequate. Next door is Morag, a lonely widow who is estranged from her children. In alternate chapters we read, in the first person, the innermost thoughts of each of these women. But who is telling the truth? Is Morag to blame for her angry daughter? Is Lizzie being betrayed by her husband?
The whole story pivots on Lizzie’s unplanned pregnancy. New husband, Markus is not ready to settle down to domesticity, but as Lizzie is an orphan, Morag is only too happy to step in as substitute Granny for new-born, Jamie. As Lizzie’s close friends prove unreliable, she begins to rely on former midwife, Morag’s experience and help. They become close, which Markus dislikes until Morag’s compliments convince him that she is a useful asset, dealing with his increasingly pathetic wife.
As both Lizzie and Morag gradually reveal to us the effect of bad parenting in their backgrounds, we see this reverberating in their present lives. The worries of bringing up a first child are very familiar to any mother, but the complexity of Lizzie’s plight is gripping, compulsive reading. Without revealing more of the plot, I highly recommend this psychological study of friendship and obsession.
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