Contrary to the cover design, this book has nothing to do with bees, or buddhist monks (I really thought...).
There were things I really liked about this book. I loved that Sandy's cousins lived in a quirky house. Having grown up in a rural area littered with quirky, hippy houses, it felt very familiar. I loved the camaraderie between the boys, although there was absolutely no character development of any of his cousins #dislike. I liked the interweaving of poems, that kinda thing always gets me.
A few things bugged me though. For the life of me I couldn't figure out how old Sandy was supposed to be. I assumed this was young adult, but he read as a 12/13 year old to me. Just beginning to think about girls, kinda. Still building forts and playing games with his cousins. Yet despite coming across so young, Sandy used words and phrases I would associate with a middle aged man. He was framed as 'funny' but his 'wisecracks' were cliche and painful.
I found the story slow and fairly uninteresting, and the ending, while philosophically sound, was disappointing.
I guess this one just wasn't for me.