DNF at 40%.
I definitely stand in the minority, but I could not persist through this book due to the awkward writing and utter lack of flair for word arrangement. Verbal repetitions especially are so numerous, so inelegant that one shivers and asks rhetorically, "did the author even consider looking in a synonym thesaurus" ? A few quotes will make the disaster plain:
"His grandfather had been a farmer his whole life. During the summers, as a child and teenager, Dean had SPENT a considerable amount of TIME there. As he grew older, he had less TIME to SPEND on the farm, but he had never forgotten that TIME, and that had inevitably led to his decision as to what to study.
"Dean understood THAT the other MAN was trying to subtly and politely inform him THAT the COST was going to be significant. Even if it was just the one MAN, the material COSTS alone were likely to be a pretty penny. Dean didn’t have much choice in the matter, since most of the WORK he needed done was to help get THIS PLACE back in WORKING order. The rest was simply for the sake of having the proper memory of THIS PLACE preserved, which he felt was just as important."
"Dean shook THE MAN’s hand, liking the warmth and strength of his grip. It was only polite to casually watch as THE MAN walked back to his truck. Now there was A MAN who knew how to fill out a pair of slightly dirty jeans just right. Making sure he wasn’t caught ogling, however, he started walking back up to the house as THE MAN reached his truck."
"It was only later when he realized the man had asked if Dean had anybody special. Not girlfriend, or wife, but ‘someone special.’ Had Mikael known somehow? HIS GRANDFATHER had known about Dean’s sexual and romantic inclination of course. HIS GRANDFATHER had been the first person he’d told, actually. The OLD man was definitely the salt of the earth type, traditional, and OLD world in so many ways. Yet, when the young Dean had come to him, trembling all over, and told the man this much-dreaded secret, his reaction had been to wrap the teenager up in a hug. Dean never quite knew what HIS GRANDFATHER thought about all of that, except that he’d been adamant that Dean was who he was and that HIS GRANDFATHER loved him and wanted him happy. But that had been one of the last summers he’d spent here, and he hadn’t told anyone else in the area. He knew full well HIS GRANDFATHER would not have passed that little tidbit on to anyone else. As far as HIS GRANDFATHER was concerned, it was no one’s business but Dean’s.
"He’d shaken the thoughts from his head finally as he dove back into HIS WORK. The mindless but intensive labor had been enough to clear his head and by the time he had finished HIS WORK, the sun was beginning to set on the horizon."
"The next bit of work he had to deal with was removing THE ROCKS from the long stretches of now trimmed fields. He didn’t relish the idea of trying to till the land with THE LARGE ROCKS still on the ground. (...) That project too had TAKEN the better part of the day to make any real progress on, and it was TAKING far longer than he thought it would. It dragged on well into the next day before he was finally satisfied that he wouldn’t break anything when he tilled the field. He also had himself a NICE BIG PILE OF ROCKS that he wasn’t quite sure what TO DO WITH. It was quite a bit of stone, but he was sure he could figure out something TO DO WITH IT, eventually."
Hundreds of pages written in such desultory manner have little right, methinks, to so many five- and four-star reviews.