I loved this book.
First, the characters captured my attention. I really loved a couple of them, totally hated a few, pitied a couple, and felt a deep sadness and connection with one. There weren't any characters I felt indifferent towards. They had real fears, real weirdnesses, real faults. Some showed occasional real moments of brilliance, and they all spoke real-person, believable language.
Besides the engaging characters, the story challenged and engaged me too.
Years ago, an acquaintance confidently, matter-of-factly, told me, "There are two kinds of Christians in this world: Those who are saved and those who aren't. Those of us who are saved get to decide what kind everybody else is." If you view the world with this kind of static, unloving certainty, you probably won't like this book.
Still, I think the main message is one of certainty. It's not a certainty that we know God's exact plan. It's not a certainty that we know who is right or who is chosen. It's a certainty that what is important is to love God and love one another (and it's certain that parts of the modern church have forgotten that). It's a certainty that no matter how crazy or scary or unbelievable life can get, God is bigger than all of that and hope wins. Also, I felt a certainty that the important lessons didn't come in the big awesome moments. Truth and learning came in the silence.
The book engaged me. It made me think. It made me question. It humbled me. It reminded me of what is important: hope, trust, and love.