Gilead

It's sort of a languid ramble of an aging narrator writing to his young son. It's homespun, middle America in awe of the beauty of the world and God's place in it. It is a religious book that warrants a closer reading as it has the grace to not complete ambush you. Robinson's writing is beautiful but collectively it just didn't take hold of me. It didn't stick and yet I know I'll pick up her latest book Lila which tells the story of John Ames' (the aging narrator of this book) wife.