What can I say? This is a classic for a reason. This is my third Irving, after Owen Meany and A Widow For One Year, and by now, I think I pretty much have to read everything the man wrote.
I love Irving's calm, measured narrative voice. He made me laugh out loud several times during the book, but it didn't feel like he was trying too hard. There's just something inviting about his writing, and I love his quiet observations about human nature. Even when describing negative human qualities, it feels like there's a love for people in his writing.
A truly wonderful book.