I approached this book with some trepidation but it was recommended by a friend who said, "It will surprise you." And, it did. This book is not some sappy new age manifesto; neither is it, "find Jesus and find Nirvana" crapola. It is simply one woman's response to the unthinkable loss of her only child and the struggle to avoid a nihilistic response to that most horrible of human experiences. At times Hickman's protagonist seems likely to drift into a bitterness so overwhelming and so utterly powerful that she might never recover. This seemed entirely believable. There's no preaching in this surprising little novel, (a huge relief!), instead just a flicker of hope that even after the worst happens, there could be a little joy wrenched from this "vale of tears" that is human life and the inevitability of loss within it, if only one manages to "believe". If Hickman meant to write a work of allegorical fiction, I think she succeeded nicely with a VERY difficult topic. One significant flaw bothered me though...what happened to Adam after Beth got pregnant? Did she tell him? Did he freak out? I would have liked a little more realistic drama between them. Did he really just go off to care for his dad? That relationship seemed too significant to be dismissed so abruptly. And, one minor, minor personal note: at one point Rachel, the protagonist says something kind of uptight and prune-y and she thinks to herself, "my god, I sound like a 60 year old woman"...This made me laugh out loud and feel REALLY misunderstood. Ms. Hickman, you need to come hang out a bit with me and my home-girls. We will show you how REAL (60 Year old) WOMEN talk. (And, think.) An enjoyable, thought provoking and yes, surprising first novel. I look forward to more from Shelly Hickman. I'll be putting "...Black and White" on my kindle today!)