This is a somewhat odd book that nevertheless manages to tell an intriguing story. The viewpoint shifts radically from chapter to chapter (ranging from people to rocks to beavers to…), bumping the reader along. But if you hold on despite the turbulence, you can gradually piece together the story that is being told, and it does end up being worth the wait. Personally, I think I like the book better if I cut off the final chapter, although perhaps that is the punctuation mark that the author most wanted to reach—who knows!

What the hell is going on here? I’m almost halfway through and I still don’t know the characters, the stories…what the (may I repeat) hell is going on in this book? Maybe I should’ve taken this one on at a more reasonable hour of the evening…I keep falling asleep reading this and….I dunno…could that be why I can’t remember what the hell is going on?