I read the book completely random on the board of a surfer (ooh the ugly word nerdy,lereilly cuckoo!) And I was upset. If writing and syntax can be confusing at first, the view of the little boy becomes fascinating and you end up seeing the world through his eyes ... which changes our whole vision of it. This is one of those books I turned and returned, reopened to reread a passage at random, read the back cover, again, before the rest and detach myself. Physically, at least. The book of remembrance accompanied me for several days and continues to surprise me in my "quiet" times, sometimes with nostalgia and a twinge of heart, for they would hold the hand of a little boy any longer. But I still have good memories, tender, a little sad but also hopeful.