The Memory of Borrowed Books
by Meg Anderson
Meg Anderson's charming debut novel, The Memory of Borrowed Books, blends bookish intrigue, light fantasy, and escapist romance in an irresistible combination. As the librarian of cozy Foxhollow Bay, Mass., Claire Ashford appears to have an enviable life. She lives in a quaint, blue-shuttered cottage near the shore; she has her father, Jack, and her co-worker, Grace, for moral support; and she's flirting with Julian, a brooding patron who passes his days sketching at Foxhollow Library. But lately Claire has been fretting over the fate of the library. News is spreading that the board has plans to sell the historic building to a developer. Yet this library is a trove not just of books but also of local people's memories, held in the volumes of a magical basement archive. The secrets Claire discovers there help her to understand herself and her patrons, and bolster her determination to do whatever it takes to save the library.
Ever since Claire was a girl, reeling from the loss of her mother and afraid that her firefighter father might not make it home one night, Foxhollow Library has been "her comfort, a shelter from the sleepless nights that had plagued her since childhood." The insomnia and anxiety has never left her, and her father is still so worried about her that he calls his 30-year-old daughter every day. She knows she should be grateful for his concern, but she chafes at her father's overprotective attitude. A part of her is rebellious, longing for freedom and adventure.
And find it she does. One evening, after the library has closed to the public, she's in the basement and spots a door she's never noticed before. It opens into a room that shouldn't exist: an archive lined with towering shelves of glowing books with titles like The Summer I Forgot Her, What Wasn't Said, and The Morning We Should Have Held Onto. When Claire opens these magical books, she seems to be bodily transported into the scenes they depict, whether fragments of everyday domestic life or pivotal moments of decision. These are memories, she realizes. One book in particular captures her interest: The Night I Left, which shows her a forlorn man on a fog-shrouded bridge. The tableau is strangely familiar to her from Julian's sketches--but also from the mists of memory.
As Claire spends more time with Julian at the library, and on dates, she is drawn to his solemn courteousness and teasing sense of humor. She senses a deep sadness in him, though; a once-carefree nature has been buried under trauma. And as she reads from the basement archive at night when she can't sleep, she starts to piece together clues from his past. The Guilt I Carry replays Julian's high school years, when he, Quinn, and Eddie were inseparable friends. As graduation neared, Julian and Quinn paired off romantically and started to plan an escape from Foxhollow, while Eddie, caught between a violent father and a chronically ill mother, became resigned to the fact that he might never get to leave.
The mystery of how Julian and Eddie's friendship soured continues to mount as Eddie, too, becomes a frequent visitor to Foxhollow Library. Claire is frustrated that, 15 years later, the two men can't just talk through their ongoing issues. But Claire's attention is soon overtaken by her library's fate. The board, with its focus on budgets and statistics, has decided that the library is not fit for purpose and too expensive to maintain. There are discussions with a developer who proposes tearing down Elias Holloway's 19th-century building and replacing it with a multiuse facility: shops, café, and luxury condos. An indignant Claire prepares to fight. Luckily, she's not alone: locals with memories--happy or tragic--stored in that hidden room join to protest outside the town hall and tell the board how much the library means to them.
Anderson's fluid prose propels the tense questions building over what will become of the library and how the central relationships will evolve. The novel contains sensitive depictions of mental health struggles, including obsessive-compulsive disorder and suicidal ideation, yet the serious subject matter never overwhelms the gentle tone. The supporting cast is delightful, particularly Grace--a firecracker of sarcastic wit--and Gus, the faithful old dog Claire adopts. Like The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow, this isn't quite romantasy yet entices with hints of magic realism and a will-they-won't-they romantic subplot. The content is sweet rather than spicy, making the book suitable for teens as well.
In a prefatory note, Anderson characterizes The Memory of Borrowed Books simply as "a love letter to libraries." The idea of magical books that house memories is enticing, and no doubt will have readers thinking about the book-filled spaces that are significant to them. Bibliophiles have always known that books are magic, but Anderson's captivating first novel turns that idea into a literal reality. --Rebecca Foster








