The Lost Bookshop by Evie Woods feels like stepping into a secret world—one where books appear when you need them most, and stories hide in the quiet corners of forgotten places.
The bookshop itself is a little like magic: sometimes there, sometimes not, tucked behind a green door on Ha’Penny Lane. It’s the kind of shop you dream of finding when you’re sad or lost or just hoping for something more. Inside, it holds pieces of people’s lives, stories waiting to be remembered. I loved how the past and present came together, with Opaline’s quiet bravery echoing in Martha and Henry’s lives, even though they’d never met. It made me think that maybe our stories are more connected than we know.