#Blogtour The Memories We Bury by H. A. Leuschel @HALeuschel @LoveBooksGroup #LoveBooksTours

The Blurb

An emotionally charged and captivating novel about the complexities of female friendship and motherhood

Lizzie Thomson has landed her first job as a music teacher, and after a whirlwind romance with Markus, the newlywed couple move into a beautiful new home in the outskirts of Edinburgh. Lizzie quickly befriends their neighbour Morag, an elderly, resourceful yet lonely widow, whose own children rarely visit her. Everything seems perfect in Lizzie’s life until she finds out she is pregnant and her relationship with both Morag and Markus change beyond her control.

Can Lizzie really trust Morag and why is Markus keeping secrets from her?

In The Memories We Bury the author explores the dangerous bonds we can create with strangers and how past memories can cast long shadows over the present.

My Review

There’s nothing like a novel with psychological mind games to immerse yourself in during these dark autumn nights of lockdown and Leuschel definitley kept me hooked.

She gave us Lizzie, newly married to Markus and expecting her first baby. At home all day, no family and very much isolated as Markus worked long hours, often away. She was in many ways a sitting target, ground down by a dismissive husband, hormones all over the place and when baby arrived more vulnerable than even she imagined.

Leuschel’s stand out character, Morag, lived next door, again, lonely isolated, desperate to have what she felt she had lost, the love of her children and grandchildren that she could love. Lesuchel gave us small glimmers of a hardened misguided woman that would stop at nothing to get what she wanted and Lizzie was her ideal and indeed easiest target.

What drew them together? At first it was their shared loneliness, but then Leuschel gave us a glimpse into their past family lives and slowly a clearer picture emerged. Lizzie haunted by a mother that always criticised, was cold, and the death of her beloved Grandfather who gave her all the love that she so desperately craved. Morag, master of control, of perfection, whose children left at the first opportunity, a dead husband who tried and failed to stand up to her.

As a reader we became helpless as we watched the events unfold, as Morag slowly exerted authority, as Lizzie slowly lost control. Leuschel left us wondering how it would end, as she continued her gentle winding of the coils until suddenly they snapped and the narrative became faster, more urgent.

Whatever the ending, which of course you will need to discover for yourself, the Memories We Bury was an intelligent examination of the psychological damage our up bringing can have on our later lives. It was vivid, realistic and utterly compelling.

I would like to thank Helene Leuschel for a copy of The Memories We Bury to read and review and to Love Books Group for inviting My Booksih Blogspot to participate in the blogtour.

About the author

Helene Andrea Leuschel gained a Master in Journalism & Communication, which led to a career in radio and television in Brussels, London and Edinburgh. She later acquired a Master in Philosophy, specializing in the study of the mind.

Helene has a particular interest in emotional, psychological and social well-being and this led her to write her first novel, Manipulated Lives, a fictional collection of five novellas, each highlighting the dangers of interacting with narcissists.

She lives with her husband and two children in Portugal. Please find out more about Helene at heleneleuschel.com or on Facebook and Twitter.

https://www.facebook.com/HALeuschel

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15337013.H_A_Leuschel

Buy Link 

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