This book took my heart and my imagination on a ride to a dry, hot, hamlet in Eastern Washington State, where I met a kind and patient father of his not so patient 12-year old, un-medicated, autistic daughter. After his wife died, by mysterious circumstance, he was left to run his roadside motel and care for Sienna alone - unlearned in her needs as a mentally-deficient person, as a female, as a pre-teen. The story evolved at full tilt and I quickly became one of the townsfolk. This author had just the right vein and tenor to "place me there" and make me feel included. I liked the town and the people. I liked the motel family. I have never read a book about autism, and was immediately compassionate to how very challenging that might be. And quickly, I found myself half way in. A fast read. Then things explode. Add: arcane room six, untimely deaths, absent wind, an ebbing economy, the media, Jay Leno, the holy roller, the hippies, the kids with safety pins through their lips...a totally well intended but seriously misguided vet, a nazi-like baker, and then....add in Human Nature. This story took an unexpected, somewhat paranormal turn, while love lost and love grew and love was questioned. Friendships were strained. And people were asked to take in the bigger picture, to grow up, to show up...Complexions were put on jury. I liked this book. I thought the tale told was good on the face and this author had the insight to weave in societies illnesses, propensities and also it's hope and potential for truth, art and healing in thorny environs. and ooooh did it make me stop and full-lungedly appreciated the breeze.