When she was a child, Melody Browne’s house burned down, destroying all her family’s possessions and her memories. Ever since this tragic event, Melody Browne has had no recollection of her life before she was rescued from the flames.
Now in her early thirties, Melody is a single mother, living in the middle of London with her teen-aged son. She hasn’t seen her parents since she left home at fifteen, but Melody has no desire to reconnect until one night, while attending a hypnotist show with a date, she faints. When she comes around, she is suddenly overwhelmed with fragmented memories of her life before that fateful fire.
Slowly, she begins the arduous process of piecing together the real story of her childhood. Her journey takes her up and down the countryside, to seaside towns to the back streets of London, where she meets strangers who seem to love her like their own. But the more answers she uncovers, the more questions she is left with, and Melody can’t help but wonder if she’ll ever know the whole truth about her past.
Our narrator takes us through The Truth About Melody Browne in a topsy-turvy fashion, slipping back and forth in time. As a grown woman, her memories are fragmented, but the missing pieces don’t seem to bother her until she comes to after fainting at an event remembering bits and pieces of her childhood.
As she begins to piece things together, she finds herself on a journey of self-discovery that feels like she is living the events all over again…and the more she recalls, the better she feels connected to herself and to the past.
The journey is fascinating up to a point, but eventually, this reader felt as if none of it was real. Could the memories be imaginary? Could they be contrived? I did not know what to make of them. This book earned 3.5 stars from me.