Life as a parent gets very busy, little things slip from our memories, and so oftentimes finding evidence of a past event is a real treat. It wakes up that part of your brain clouded by parenting responsibilities, school calendars, and new relationships that we’re navigating in the rush of daily life. We savor that memory as it comes alive once more, digging our nails in, inhaling its sweetness.

Then there are the memories that Caroline Thompson accidentally uncovers.

She’s just not sure if she should scratch that itch, where it will lead to, how much she wants to know—or wants her family to know.

We sit firmly inside the fluttering mind of a woman torn between the ease of her today and the potential darkness of her yesterday. Who knows the truth? Will she ever find out what that is? Will we?

This book is hard to put down, except for once you finish it and thrust it into a friend’s hand so they can read it, too.

I read someone say that they felt like The Memory Box had a similar feeling to Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn. I completely agree. If you loved the experience of reading Gone Girl, you will devour The Memory Box.