This is a book about journeys.
And about getting lost,
and being okay with it.
I could tell you that the book is about a precocious and gifted 9 year old whose father is killed in the twin towers on 9-11 and that boy's journey to find some meaning and respite in the midst of his grieving.
But perhaps most useful would be for me to describe the places I read this book.
I read this while running on the treadmill in the bowels of the PGON at the gym there. After my run was finished I stood on the dormant treadmill for ten minutes engrossed.
I read this stepping off the green line metro at the U Street stop. I read it while walking up to the escalator and then while riding up it in the right lane. And then I took three steps off the metro and leaned against the outside of the Quiznos and finished the book's final pages.
I walked home with heavy boots.
And I was okay with that.