With poetic prose, the author sets the scene nicely in each chapter. The narrator's description of the church when he was nine-years-old, with the fans waving and the sweat dripping, and his mother's lips silently rehearsing his father's sermon...I could picture it all so well.
And the cover. I'm drawn into a cover that shows a landscape or a sky. I don't know why, but I am. As well as the title--mentioning light...I'm also drawn to that.
But something leaves me disjointed. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is, but I suspect it is that I feel no connection to Cohen, or that the story lacks dialogue until the fifth chapter. Whatever it is, I'm not quickly drawn in and could live without knowing the outcome.
And the cover. I'm drawn into a cover that shows a landscape or a sky. I don't know why, but I am. As well as the title--mentioning light...I'm also drawn to that.
But something leaves me disjointed. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is, but I suspect it is that I feel no connection to Cohen, or that the story lacks dialogue until the fifth chapter. Whatever it is, I'm not quickly drawn in and could live without knowing the outcome.