I wholeheartedly agree that one cannot truly immerse oneself in a story unless one believes in the author's imagination. And this isn't the first time I've encountered the soft magical touch that Cecilia Ahern grazes her novels with, such as in "The Book of Tomorrow", "Thanks for the Memories", and "The Time of My Life". However, in my opinion, "Here, Where Lost Things Go" is the weakest of her works when it comes to adding this magical touch. I simply cannot digest it; perhaps to me, it was just plain irritating. It seemed illogical and hardly made any sense. It's high time I accept that I'm growing out of this category.
Let's take a look at the characters. Okay, the girl, Sandy Shortt, who has an obsessive-compulsive disorder regarding losing things and is 6 feet tall! She is someone who lacks the ability to express herself verbally but babbles enough in her mind. I don't quite understand it. If the author intended to develop a cold character, I would consider it a premature attempt because this girl feels everything and reflects herself exactly the way the world perceives her. At one point, I got the feeling that she was deliberately trying to be 'eccentric'. As for the therapist, he's hot and there's nice chemistry, but only if Sandy had explored more for the readers. What a let-down!
And finally, this strange connection with Jack, a man whose brother is missing. The author just skimmed through the chemistry and the issues here. It was like she was on a really bad deadline!