The Red Address Book by Sofia Lundberg

Doris is 96, lives alone in Stockholm, and only has a niece in the United States that she Skypes with.

Doris has caregivers stopping by during the day and is essentially alone except for her memories and the red address book her father gave to her when she was thirteen.  The red address book has kept track of every person she has met over her life time.

At thirteen after her father died, Doris was forced into becoming a servant in a wealthy household since her mother couldn’t afford to feed her.  While in the wealthy household, a model agency saw Doris and Doris became a living mannequin in Paris.

THE RED ADDRESS BOOK takes us back and forth in Doris’ life as she reminisces about her past and all the people that have been in and have touched her life.

This book was a beautiful, beautiful read that I didn’t want to end.

It was heartwarming as well as heartbreaking.

For a debut novel, the author did a marvelous job with the dual time line and with keeping my interest.

I truly enjoyed Doris’ interesting life story.  It made me want to document anything in my life that might be important for my family to know.

If you are in need of a book that will have you remembering and loving the characters and the story line long after you close the last page, THE RED ADDRESS BOOK will be a welcome read.

I absolutely LOVED this book that was filled with love and a book everyone needs to read.  5/5

This book was given to me as an ARC by the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

 

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