Well... this is the second time I've picked this up to read it (having come highly recommended, I was looking forward to it) and the second time I've put it back down disinterested. Maybe it's my frame of mind, because I keep thinking that this is the kind of book I should like, I usually do like. But right now, it's not. At all. It just seems to drag interminably and though the writing is all right and has some nice, insightful passages, I just had such a hard time dealing with the 'nothing ever actually happens' issue. The narrator, an old, heart-troubled preacher, writes to his young son, knowing he won't be around much longer. Sometimes he tells about events that happened in his past, but a lot of it is thoughtful musing and I just couldn't be interested in it. I skipped to the end, hoping that I could glean something from the summation (stuck-up, I know, for someone who hasn't read it in its entirety), but I didn't find anything compelling about it. It probably should have been one I loved and ate and wanted to share. But it's not and when I finally said to myself "I don't want to read this anymore," I had to just put it down.