Let's say you are not reading this fantastic book now. You are not drawn into Xavier's wandering history, into Joseph Boyden's unlinked narrative that reads like a spoken aboriginal tale, into the exciting revelation this is but one of three books apparently tied together. You are not sort of snickering at the idea of Boyden as a young Canadian literary voice for our time, then realizing 42 isn't really that old and you have nothing to snicker about after all Miss Not 30.
Anyway, let's just say none of these thoughts fill your mind or day.
Are you left with this? I sincerely hope not.