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IS IT POSSIBLE FOR A MEMORY TO OUTLIVE ITS OWNER?
Ophelia Browne knows the answer is yes. She knows because she’s been granted the unique gift of finding and caring for forgotten memories. But now she’s nearing ninety, and Browne women seldom live beyond such an age.
Before time runs out Ophelia must find her successor…someone who can carry forth the gift and keep the memories from fading. When broken-hearted Annie Cross shows up on the doorstep of The Memory House Bed and Breakfast, Ophelia knows she is the one.
As the two women sip dandelion tea and share stories, Annie begins to uncover new memories. Ugly ones. Ones buried deep enough to hide the scars. Excitement turns to fear when a thread of violence begins to unravel and Ophelia knows they have gone too far.
Literary Awards for Memory House –
FAPA President’s Book Award
Praise for Memory House –
“A magical book of memories, treasures and stories from a Masterful Southern Storyteller…” Judith D. Collins, top 1000 Reviewer
“Magical realism that will enchant…” Heidi, Rainy Day Ramblings
“Wonderful, heartwarming story of love and life…” Sherry Fundin, Reviewer
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Annie thinks of nothing but the library – #fridayfiction
For five days Annie thinks of nothing but the library. Twice she drives into Langley just to visit it again. On the second trip she brings Ophelia, and they stroll arm in arm through the stacks.
Whispering as if it were a cardinal sin to speak loudly, she asks, “Do you feel the magic of this place?”
Ophelia nods, but she knows Annie feels something that she does not.
As they walk Annie touches her fingers lovingly to the spine of first one book and then another, and Ophelia wonders if the girl’s power to find memories is growing stronger as her own grows weaker. It has been years since a relic of the past has called to her and given up a special memory.
Such a thought sits uncomfortably on Ophelia’s shoulders. Not because she is saddened by the loss of her own power, but because she fears Annie may unleash some unknown terror. Through the years this finding of memories has been simply a pleasant distraction for Ophelia, but with Annie it’s something more.
Annie pulls a T.S. Lawrence book from the shelf and thumbs through the pages.
“I think there’s a secret hidden here,” she whispers. “A secret I’m supposed to find.”
The book is old, the spine crackled and bent back on the bottom edge. The gilt title is dulled and almost unreadable, but when Annie sets the book back on the shelf Ophelia sees it is Seven Pillars of Wisdom.
“Why did you pick that book?” Ophelia asks. Annie shrugs. “I don’t know. My hand just went to it.”