Some books, you just can't describe. Some books, you just have to tell people to read, if they want to know. This is a book like that.
I had no idea what was going on for the first, oh, 150 pages? When I hit page 100 and I still wasn't into it, I thought about how some people have a 100 page rule--read the first one hundred pages of a book, and if you still don't like it, you can put it down. I actually considered putting Jellicoe Road down.
I didn't, though, because I had to have something to read on my breaks and lunches, and my Toni Morrison hold hadn't come in yet. I can't believe, now, that I almost stopped reading this book.
The characters are incredibly real and distinct. The emotions are raw, genuine. The interactions between the characters are priceless. It takes a while for it all to come together, but when it does, it's like a wave of bone-deep aching crashing down. This is a journey of a book.
"What's the difference between a trip and a journey?"
"Narnie, my dear, when we get there, you'll understand."