It was a good book, if you read the last 50 pages, which makes it LIKE a man without a hat. The imagery inudated the reader LIKE ice pellets on the street during a storm. It was rather disjointed and difficult to follow LIKE a winding country road. After awhile, I began skipping any phrase that followed the word "like", LIKE a runner rushing towards a finish line. Poetic writing is wonderful, but not everything should be a simile...