The Gentle Art of Forgetting by Richard Easter

Thank you to the author, publisher and Book Sirens for the digital copy of this book in return for my honest opinion.

Here’s the blurb: What you don’t remember can’t hurt you.

A thirty-year-old woman called Jane Dawn wakes in a hut surrounded by a snow-covered forest.
She remembers nothing apart from her name, but strange echoes flicker about her mind; that once she flew, time was out of joint, and how she may be responsible for something terrible.
Jane is not alone, and the person with her knows far more than they are letting on.
The answers to the mystery of Jane’s curious life will be found over many decades in this story of love, loss, magic, memories, and mortality.

The three “Snow Trilogy” books make up a trilogy with no beginning, middle or end. The stories can be read in any order you choose, but are all connected. Themes and ideas re-occur across the novels, characters re-appear in different ways. The 22nd of December is a crucial date and all three feature a strange box that is the key to secrets.

So, as you will discover, “The Gentle Art Of Forgetting” is neither a prequel to, nor sequel of the others. It is, in fact, both and neither. But what that means will only become clear once you’ve read the entire trilogy.

So come with Jane Dawn as she tries to remember who she is and finds out there may, after all, be a gentle art of forgetting…

Here’s my review: Oh my word, where to begin? I’ve just finished this book and I feel emotionally drained, uplifted, saddened, entranced, and so much more. I read an excerpt of this book on Book Sirens before requesting it and the author’s voice immediately spoke to me. It felt reminiscent of Terry Pratchett, my long time favourite author, and the quirky, conversational tone had me hooked.

The narrative flits about like a snowflake dancing in a winter sky. It never dwells in one area of the story for too long, often whisking the reader to another “somewhere” or “somewhen” which results in a dizzying effect as all the pieces of the plot float around.

And then, suddenly, it all makes sense. And it’s as if it always made sense, even though it didn’t just a few sentences ago.

The characters are few and perfectly formed. The emotions this book evoked in me were powerful and raw. The writing style is poetic, beautiful and unique.

This Gentle Art Of Forgetting is part of a trilogy and I want, no I need, to read the remaining two. I’m highly recommending this to literary fiction fans and am so grateful to the author for allowing me to experience this hauntingly beautiful work of art.

Rating: 5 out of 5.