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When you finish a book and declare 'That is the best book I have ever read! Objectively, you know that isn't true, and, anyway, who wants to rank books in strict order of preference? One's reading experience can be altered by subjective factors and one goes through phases or life stages. Nevertheless, that warm glow of having experienced a truly worthwhile book is one of the special feelings of solitary pursuits.
I think Lisa Jewell comes under the umbrella of chick-lit , as long as you're prepared to accept this as a big umbrella. I read a lot of chick lit in my 20s and into my 30s, and it's a broad category. I didn't like the ' shallow woman lives a consumerist lifestyle and falls in love with a seemingly perfect man and they encounter no conflict' style, but I found many books that explored issues and problems, conflicts and tragedies, in a sensitive and human way.
They helped me understand the world better. The Truth about Melody Browne fits into that latter category. You may have gathered by now that I am not well educated about literature, novels and writing. But I am fairly well and widely read over many years and I have accumulated half a lifetime of experience. Reading a book like this, I'm glad I don't understand the rules of English Literature because I would hate to have to read this and tick off a list of attributes, or criticise it for not displaying the full panoply of literary techniques.
Instead, we get a raw and open account of the life of one woman. Raw but never dark. Light, sometimes almost breezy in its tone. The synopsis in the blurb is quite long, because it's not a straightforward story:. When she was nine years old, Melody Browne's house burned down, taking every toy, every photograph, every item of clothing and old Christmas card with it. But not only did the fire destroy all her possessions, it took with it all her memories - Melody Browne can remember nothing before her ninth birthday.
