I read this book sometime ago, and do not recall enough of the details to write an indepth review, but I do remember that I adored the book. It was one of those rare finds of a story I would consider to be inspirational fiction that has a strong, strong appeal to anyone. That's because the focus is characters. The spirituality is revealed through them, as part of what makes the characters who they are, and thus doesn't pull the reader from the story with "insert religous message here." It was just beautiful, and ended in a bitter sweet demonstration of the ultimate love a parent can express for their child. I read a lot and this is one of those books that I pondered for many days after I finished reading. That doesn't happen often, and this story is still with me.