All the world forgets me. First my face, then my voice, then the consequences of my deeds.So listen. Remember me.
My name is Hope Ardern, and you won’t know who I am. We’ve met before – a thousand times. But I am the girl the world forgets.
It started when I was sixteen years old. A slow declining, an isolation, one piece at a time.
A father forgetting to drive me to school. A mother setting the table for three, not four. A teacher who forgets to chase my missing homework. A friend who looks straight through me and sees a stranger.
No matter what I do, the words I say, the people I hurt, the crimes I commit – you will never remember who I am.
That makes my life tricky. But it also makes me dangerous . . .
This is the tale of the girl no one remembers. But this gripping story – of love and loss, of hope and despair, of living in the moment and dying to leave a mark – is novel that will stay with you.
This story evoked many different feelings in me along the way. I was on a perpetual swing with Hope, the pendulum moving from ‘love the plot’, to ‘get on with the story’. The premise was intriguing and certainly kept me reading.
I did find the character’s constant counting of things through the story frustrating and the ‘interesting facts’ were also frustrating fillers (less is more). However I understand such traits can also provide insight into Hope’s life and her coping mechanisms.
Whilst I had to persevere with the story in the beginning, sticking with it proved worthy and I found myself totally hooked and compelled to continue.
The title is an excellent fit with the plot and I would recommend the story to those who like a provocative read that makes you think about society today and our unhealthy obsession with perfection.