A meandering, kind of aimless story, of a misfit and her son, and a Tibetan monk. I loved Snow Falling on Cedars by Guterson, but this is nothing like that. I guess it's a tale of spiritual seeking that could be read as interconnected fables, although the characters made me work at understanding their motivations. There is humor and poignancy to their journeys, which did help carry me along, but on the whole it was somewhat of a slog.
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