![]() ![]() ![]() If you’ve ever played sad songs to make yourself feel better when you’re blue, if you’ve ever heard a song on the radio that makes you realise you’re not alone in how you feel, if a piece of music brings back memories of a person, a place or a time in your life or you’ve ever made up a mix tape for yourself or someone you cared for, if you can’t help starting to sway, dance or even sing along when the first chords of a track start, then you need to read The Music Shop. And Frank has old wounds that threaten to re-open and a past he will never leave behind … ![]() And yet he is drawn to this strangely still, mysterious woman with her pea-green coat and her eyes as black as vinyl. Ilse asks Frank to teach her about music. ![]() Then into his life walks Ilse Brauchmann. Day after day Frank finds his customers the music they need. Classical, jazz, punk – as long as it’s vinyl he sells it. It is jam-packed with records of every speed, size and genre. In her latest novel, Rachel Joyce’s writing is pitch perfect and every bit as healing as the tracks that Frank selects as prescribed listening for his customers in The Music Shop.ġ988. ![]()
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