Wow. I had always thought of Buechner as a writer of sermons and theological essays, but now I've seen the light.
At the start of this book I thought it was well suited to a YA reader, because the main character is a young boy and the author uses this boy's memory to tell the story. Characters and events are so clearly described, and are painted with a child's simplicity and honest perception. For instance:
"Mrs. Shroeder had never learned to swim because she was afraid of the water and couldn't bear to get her face wet and also because she didn't want to ruin her permanent wave. She wore a bathing cap like all the other ladies, but she was afraid water would get in under it somehow. So what she did instead of swimming was pretend to swim. She would go in only about as deep as her waist, squat down so just her head and shoulders were showing above the surface, and then sweep her arms back and forth as if she was doing the breast stroke. Bean thought this was very funny and when Mrs. Shroeder did it this time, Bean went and squatted down in the water near her mother and did the same thing she was doing with her arms but also stretched one leg out as far behind her as she could reach so she could kick the water with her foot. She thought this made the whole thing look even more realistic."
Another passage I highlighted :
"Snow probably doesn't make things any quieter than usual *really*, but it always seems to. For one thing it falls more quietly than anything else in the world, and, for another, if you listen as hard as you can, you can sometimes hear just the faintest, farthest away, most delicate kind of whispery sound happening at the same time. It's as if it's the quiet itself that is whispering, and that makes it seem even quieter still."
I love that.
This is a quick read and I highly recommend giving it an afternoon. And by the way, I don't recommend it for the YA reader -- not until fourteen or fifteen.