What a charming book, with a distinctive setting, a sense of humor, real characters, real CHARACTERS (Harlen, I'm looking at you), and a beautiful sense of community and culture. Many books move back and forth chapter by chapter between the past and the present or between points of view, sometimes to such a structurally strict degree that it is mathematical (one chapter for so-and-so, one for other person, then back to so-and-so again). This kind of style often calls attention to itself, distracting from the reading experience in a manner that I find annoying, even maddening (witness All the Light We Cannot See). I like better King's more organic movement between the present and the past within chapters (especially flashbacks to Will's childhood or memories of his mother, but also his relationship with Susan): the connections are not always immediately obvious, yet somehow feel right. While the book proceeds almost like a series of vignettes more than a novel with a clear narrative trajectory, several characters do experience movement, change, and growth (Will's movement is rather glacial, but slow and steady is who he is). Time slows when entering the world of this community, this book, and glad for that I was.