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Irregular Fiction

Some books sneak up and catch you by the short and curlies of your emotional tailcoat. The Music Shop by Rachel Joyce being a fine example.

I bought this book for sheer nostalgia. It contains two things close to my heart – vinyl records and the year 1988. Indeed, vinyl featured heavily in my life that year when I was spinning the likes of All About Eve, Depeche Mode, The Cure and Echo and the Bunnymen on heavy rotation. I was sixteen. I managed to pass most of my GCSEs with reasonable grades while writing stories about hitmen and ghosts. And I was embracing my inner gothling.

jrm16 Mini Bat Me with Mam

I’ve read two of Joyce’s previous books – The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry, and The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessey. Two wonderful books full of heart. The emotional punch of The Record Shop shouldn’t have…

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