It is very rare that I leave a book feeling like I did not understand it, but this book left me feeling just that; confused. The story itself is not unpleasant; the reading was actually quite relaxing. The story is gentle, like a lazy flowing river. It was the perfect kind of book to read in the summer sun. But I felt like I was just missing something.
The book is highly philosophical, and I suspect it contains some religious allegory, what with the theme of searching for Father, and different people coming together to make up that Father role. But that almost seems too simple, so I was left feeling like there was a deeper meaning that I was missing. So, I was left feeling a little naive and stupid, not a good feeling to have after reading a book.
The writing was quite beautiful, and sweet, but for some reason this book is slightly off the mark for me. I suspect I will need to re-read it a few times, to really flesh out my full opinion of it.