I'll grant you that I was predisposed not to love this novel. I had been told by my boss that it was the best thing he had read in years, better than Plainsong
(one of my favorite books in recent years.) So let me proceed to say that the book was "okay." The eleven-year-old boy's tone of voice got on my nerves, especially knowing that the character was telling it from years later, adulthood. Also I wasn't caught up in the theme of miracles and the extreme faith of the father. It might be a good for younger readers, but cynical me just wasn't buying it. I still maintain that Plainsong is a better written book that gives reality a certain poeticism.