This is an average book. A
good book, no doubt, but nothing that'll last in the memory for long. There are a lot of quotable passages, however:
“Those are cumulus clouds. Did you know that?”
“I’m sure I should.”
“They’re the best ones.”
“How come?”
“Because they look the way clouds are supposed to look, the way you draw them when you’re a kid. Which is nice, you know? I mean, the sun never looks the way you drew it.”
“Like a wheel with spokes?”
“Exactly. And my family certainly never looked the way I drew them.”
“Stick figures?”
“Come on now,” he says. “Give me a little credit. They had hands and feet, too.”
“That looked like mittens?”
“But it’s nice, isn’t it? When something matches up like that?” He bobs his head with a satisfied smile. “Cumulus clouds. Best clouds ever.”
“People who meet in airports are seventy-two percent more likely to fall for each other than people who meet anywhere else.”
“People who meet at least three different times within a twenty-four hour period are ninety-eight percent more likely to meet again.”
