Like a chill January day, this is a melancholy novel. The story is simple - a quest story, tried and true - but it's also a reflection on identity and dreaming and how we handle those two things as we get older. And it is sadder, in its bones, than any of the stories thus far. That doesn't make it any less beautiful, though.More at RB: http://wp.me/pGVzJ-zJ