Fragments of the Lost by Megan Miranda
Jessa Whitworth knew she didn’t belong in her ex-boyfriend Caleb’s room. But she couldn’t deny that she was everywhere—in his photos, his neatly folded T-shirts, even the butterfly necklace in his jeans pocket…the one she gave him for safe keeping on that day.
His mother asked her to pack up his things—even though she blames Jessa for his accident. How could she say no? And maybe, just maybe, it will help her work through the guilt she feels about their final moments together.
But as Jessa begins to box up the pieces of Caleb’s life, they trigger memories that make Jessa realize their past relationship may not be exactly as she remembered. And she starts to question whether she really knew Caleb at all.
Each fragment of his life reveals a new clue that propels Jessa to search for the truth about Caleb’s accident. What really happened on the storm-swept bridge?
*THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU TO THE PUBLISHER FOR SENDING ME AN E-ARC SO I COULD GET MY MEGAN MIRANDA JAM ON*
Okay, I think I got my butt together and formulated my thoughts on this. Trust me, though, it was hard. I’ve loved Megan Miranda since I picked up my first book of hers all those years ago, and this book reminded me yet again just how talented she is. It was beautiful, it was mysterious, it was everything I wanted this book to be. I loved everything about it, and now I’m counting the days until I get yet another Miranda book to get my hands on.
The thing I love most about Miranda’s books is her writing. She just has this way with words that stuns me everything. Even the most ordinary sentences have this way to them that just strikes me and makes me want to frame it or scribble it down somewhere where I can gaze on it forever. There are quotes that are just so achingly beautiful and wonderful, and this book brought it so well. I didn’t have as many quotes that I screengrabbed in previous books, but the writing itself was amazing and I just want to sit here and cry.
This story was so well done. It’s broken down in fragments of time, memories, and objects. Jessa is cleaning out her ex-boyfriend’s room, and each chapter is focused on a certain object that brings back a memory. Obviously, this could have gone way wrong – it could have gotten repetitive, boring, or just weird, but Miranda made it unique, interesting, and I was captivated with each object.
This story builds and builds as well. Each new object and chapter brings amount a new mounting tension that had me flipping pages so fast. I binge read this in two sittings because I JUST HAD TO KNOW WHAT THE BOOK HELL WAS GOING ON. I don’t want to reveal too much about the mystery, because it really is best if you don’t know much going in. It’s wonderful how it was revealed, but know that it had me until the very end.
The characters were wonderful as well. It did take me a little bit to warm up to Jessa, but that was alright since we’re getting acclimated to the story so far. I loved Max dearly, and all the other characters were complex, dynamic, and I had my feelings on them as well. Jessa really was a wonderful narrator as well, and she had such a subtle, quiet way to her that I didn’t even realize that I was hardcore rooting for until I was done with the novel and just wanted to be in her mind again.
Ugh, I don’t even know what to say other than pleaseeeeeee read this. Miranda is so near the tippity top of my top 5 favorite authors of all time, and this book is no exception. It easily moves into a spot on my elusive favorites shelf, and I loved everything about it. Now I must just sit here in mourning of my new Miranda book and just wait until I can cry over another one of her books. 5 crowns, of course, and an Aurora rating, because this is definitely a classic in my book!