The Lost Concerto
by Helaine Mario
A woman and her young son flee to a convent on a remote island off the Breton coast of France. Generations of seafarers have named the place Ile de la Brume, or Fog Island. In a chapel high on a cliff, a tragic death occurs and a terrified child vanishes into the mist.
The child’s godmother, Maggie O’Shea, haunted by the violent deaths of her husband and best friend, has withdrawn from her life as a classical pianist. But then a recording of unforgettable music and a grainy photograph surface, connecting her missing godson to a long-lost first love.
The photograph will draw Maggie inexorably into a collision course with criminal forces, decades-long secrets, stolen art and musical artifacts, and deadly terrorists. Her search will take her to the Festival de Musique, Aix-en-Provence, France, where she discovers answers to the mystery surrounding her husband’s death, an unexpected love—and a musical masterpiece lost for centuries.
I must say this outright to avoid confusion in my review. I am not really into classical music, I haven’t seen one nor been into one. I’m not into musicals either. Although the only musical closest to me was the movie Moulin Rogue, just because I’m a big fan of Ewan McGregor.
However, after I read The Lost Concerto, I suddenly had this urge to watch a musical and sit on the front row.
Maggie was such an interesting character. The death of her husband and her best friend plus a missing godson devastated her. Her life somehow lost some spark as she dealt with her loss. Then a CIA agent shook her world when she saw a photograph of the man she had thought was dead. Determined to uncover the truth, Maggie went through a lot of hurdles just to be able to get all the answers to her unending questions.
This book is quite long, as it was very detailed and descriptive, but the long read is worth it. The story of Maggie and her son and the musical plot was deeply thought of and very endearing. There was the really intriguing mystery that kept me turning the pages. With an excellent book like The Lost Concerto, I wouldn’t mind reading this over again.