I don't know where to start.
There was so much beauty in this book. So much sadness, yet so much overcoming of sadness. So much faith and love and hopelessness and hope, so many missed opportunities and so many occasions made the best of.
I loved it.
The writing style was simple. The book was somehow very quietly written, despite its often action-packed plot. I felt like it reflected Vango's character. He can do and does so much, but he remains quiet and strong. He doesn't want to be the hero, and yet he is in his everyday kindness.
The constant changing of places and point of views was excellent. So many people were touched by Vango, so many people caught up in the web of his life, and de Fombelle showed this beautifully. Each of the characters was interesting and different and perfectly placed. The constant connections that were revealed, up until the last pages of the book, were fantastic. De Fombelle weaved his plot so seamlessly; all of the connections were coincidental yet completely believable. The plot twists, the reveals, often made me laugh or cry "No!" aloud. It was a masterpiece.
Oh, this book was pure. Not that it didn't touch on difficult issues—the death of loved ones, the difficulty of revenge and violence, the depravity of greed—but it said "yes, but...." But there is still hope, but there is still love, but there is still beauty in this world. The last chapter was a beautiful summary of what this book teaches, that good exists despite the evil, that even in the midst of the darkest days there can be light. This book wasn't cynical. And I greatly appreciated that.