When we find Angel, she's burning down the trailer in which she grew up. Determined to find what she's missing, she hid in her beloved tobacco plants before leaving town.

Hannah is the daughter of two Holy Rollers, made to dress in long sleeves and long skirts, not knowing any other life - until her family spends a summer on a South Carolina island.

The Memory Thief goes back and forth between the narrative of these two women, never quite allowing their paths to cross and leaving the reader mystified as to their connection until halfway through the novel. Keener's gorgeous language, perfect descriptions of Southern land and washing seafood pots, made me incapable of putting down the book.

While I'm longing to tell you more, I don't want to disturb the mystery Keener's constructed, and I urge you to go snatch up The Memory Thief.