The quotes in praise of most of Cecelia Ahern’s novels are from women’s magazines, and this sums up the quality of these stories. Ahern spins out some original ideas, but in Thanks for the Memories these aren’t developed between the initial turning point (when Joyce starts sharing Justin’s memories thanks to a blood transfusion) and the climax.
It was obvious halfway through that the two characters would continue to miss meeting each other via twists of fate until the end. There are occasional amusing turns of phrase to pass the time while we’re waiting for the elusive climax, but not enough to keep us occupied. The amnesia and intermittent deep philosophy of Joyce’s father aren’t enough to make us read more. I was forcing myself to read on past page eighty. VP