I went into The Violin Maker’s Secret a little skeptical. I don’t usually love when inanimate objects are given voices, and I had seen that the violin itself plays a narrative role here — which made me hesitate. But this was my fourth Evie Woods novel, and her books have only gotten better for me, so I trusted the process… and I’m really glad I did.
The story follows several very different people whose lives become intertwined through a lost violin: Devlin, a baggage handler who accidentally comes into possession of it; Walter, his former history teacher who becomes an unexpected anchor and friend; and Gabrielle, an appraiser with a complicated past of her own. Watching these three circle around the violin — unsure what it is, where it belongs, or what to do with it — was both funny and tender, especially the growing friendship between Devlin and Mr. Pickering, which brought a lot of warmth and quiet humor to the story.
The novel weaves between present-day mystery and the violin’s long history, following it through different owners and moments in time. The magical realism elements — especially the violin’s origin story — are definitely strange, and at first I wasn’t sure how I felt about them. But somehow, instead of feeling gimmicky, they ended up giving the story a sense of emotional depth and melancholy that really worked for me. The book becomes less about the object itself and more about memory, loss, love, regret, and the invisible threads that connect people across time.
There’s also a gentle suspense running underneath it all, with questions about the violin’s true origin, who it belongs to, and who is searching for it. But what really carries the story is the emotional journey of the characters — their grief, their unresolved pasts, and their slow, tentative movement toward healing and connection.
By the end, I found myself unexpectedly moved. This is one of those books that’s hard to categorize: part mystery, part historical fiction, part magical realism, part quiet character study. It made me a little nostalgic, a little sad, a little hopeful — and yes, it even made me wish I hadn’t quit violin in middle school.
I wavered between 4 and 5 stars while reading, because I kept feeling like something was just slightly out of reach — I can’t even fully explain what. But the longer I sat with it, the more it stayed with me, and that’s what pushed it into 5-star territory. It’s gentle, strange, heartfelt, and deeply human.
At its heart, it’s about music, memory, chance encounters, and the quiet ways people save each other — sometimes without even realizing it.
Thank you to HarperCollins for reaching out to me directly and offering me an ARC for an honest review. Thank you also to NetGalley, and of course to Evie Woods.