I picked this book up at the recommendation of my roommate Austin (who heard about it directly from the horses mouth when the author went on one of the catholic podcasts that he was a fan of).
I will admit that when I first started this book I was skeptical about how "catholic" it was going to be. The plot follows two brothers who steal their dad's truck to drive across the country to try and get the older brother's girlfriend back (and also because of some serious, yet unrecognized ennui). The older brother James, sometimes goes to church, but isn't a serious church-goer, and the younger brother, Matt, is almost atheist in his disdain for the church. Their dad is divorced and remarried to the woman that he cheated on his wife with. A pretty dismal picture, and I half-expected the protagonists "finding of God" to coincide with the success of their mission.
Of course Alec P. Maly is a bit more Catholic than. We live in a broken world, and it is out of God's power (and potentially not in our interest) to change that fact. Contentment and acceptance come from healing and reconciliation, not rewriting the past. Things don't work out how the brother's expect, but they do heal their ennui, find community, and in an elegant parallel to the parable of the prodigal son, forgive their dad.
This is certainly not a perfect book however. I found the writing style to be cringey at many points, often when Maly is trying to craft a pithy metaphor. Much of the plot is superfluous and unbelievable with characters who are little more than cardboard cutouts: this is a great description of the detour to Nashville and the characters described therein. I also found the author's portrayal of women a little strange: as little more than objects for the attention of male characters. This may be a deliberate choice and explain why James is so blindsided by the initial breakup.