"Been around the world and found that only stupid people are breeding" - Harvey Danger, Flagpole Sitta
If you have no clue what that was, then Youtube that right now because it's a freaking awesome song. And the one-liner really summarizes this book quite well.
In a miserable but picturesque northern California village, a precious 3 year old boy gets lost in a snowstorm with only blue moon pajamas and a deflated balloon to protect him from the elements.
We follow the search for little Nate through the third-person eyes of his father, the father's ex-wife, the father's ex-best friend, a diner owner/waitress, said diner owner/waitress's sister, the sister's girlfriend, and a judge who just happens to be passing through the town.
The story is not exactly riveting nor are any of the characters save Glick even remotely likeable. None of these people have any business whatsoever bringing children into the world and the reader gets to experience multiple generations of f*ck-ups screwing up the young ones. It's sad that the birth of a child in this story doesn't elicit joy or hope, but dread. However, the author does a good job of conveying the various emotions the search for Nate brings upon the community.
What doesn't work is the repeated events from multiple perspectives. For example, you read about a character making a sandwich for another character. In the next chapter, the second character describes watching the first making the sandwich. So for a while, I thought there were a lot of sandwiches. Nope, it's just really poorly handled transitions.