by Monica Shaughnessy
When objects begin to disappear from porches, Lydia Strichter suspects the neighborhood hoarder, Dale Kreplick. He’s a strange man with an even stranger habit of digging through people’s trash. But when she sets out to prove the “Trash Collector” is behind these thefts, she discovers more than the culprit. She discovers some things can’t easily be discarded. A heart-warming story of tolerance, grief, and the persistence of memory.
This book is the perfect reinforcement of the old saying “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover” and I don’t mean that in the literal sense.
This is a short story, but packed with so many emotions. A neighborhood with people of all ages all going through different phases of their lives. When things start to go missing it brings out the worst in some and the best in others. Dale seems the logical choice to blame. When his parents died three years ago he started going through he neighbors trash cans and collecting things they threw out. But to what purpose?
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