Just finished Home by Marilynne Robinson.
I had a good word for it and it's gone, darn it.
IT was a book I had to read in bits. Not one to be hurried through. In part because it was slow moving. In part because I wasn't sure I liked it. HOnestly, I'm still not sure. It was well crafted I think, but perhaps a tad too philosphical for me. A modern prodigal son story. Kinda depressing in a 'that's life sometimes' way.
Pft, what a review.