The Memory Library

by Kate Storey

Read Dates: 1/29/25 to 1/30/25

Review

I went into this book blind, assuming it would be about a library filled with memories of its visitors—but that wasn’t the case at all. And honestly? I’m not even mad about it. Instead, I was met with a deeply moving story about a woman who returns home to care for her estranged mother after an injury, only to find herself on an unexpected journey of healing. As she rediscovers the books her mother had given her over the years, she begins to unravel not just their complicated relationship, but also pieces of herself she had long forgotten.

At its heart, this is a story about self-discovery—about how the moments, stories, and people in our lives shape us into who we are. It beautifully captures the power of books, not just as stories but as connections to our past and the people we’ve loved, lost, or misunderstood. It’s an emotional, reflective read that reminds us how sometimes, in revisiting where we came from, we find our way back to ourselves.