A box of possessions.
A father with no memory.
A daughter with just one day to piece together the past.
When Sabrina Boggs stumbles upon a mysterious collection of her father's belongings, her seemingly uneventful life suddenly alters and shifts.
In the single day she has to search for answers about the man she thought she knew, a man who can no longer remember his own story, Sabrina uncovers far bigger secrets than she could have imagined. And discovers that sometimes it's the people closest to us that we know the least.
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['Fergus Boggs!' These are the only two words I can understand through Father Murphy's rage-filled rant at me, and that's because those words are my name, the rest of what he says is in Irish]***
(HarperCollins, 5 November 2015, ebook, borrowed from my library)
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I loved The Marble Collector.
I liked the way the novel is structured, moving from the present and Sabrina's search to uncover her father's secrets and key moments from her father's past, especially his childhood and his adulthood.
The characters in the novel are wonderfully complex, especially Sabrina's father. At first, I didn't feel much sympathy for him. I didn't understand why he told so many lies and lived two very different lives. As the book progressed, I found myself able to sympathise with him. I thought Sabrina was great. I sympathised with her, discovering her father isn't the man she thought, struggling to put his pieces together.
The Marble Collector is a fantastic read.
