This book was recommended on a forum I occasionally frequent, and I noticed that a movie was coming out for it, so I thought I'd give it a try. I actually let it sit for a while when I was finishing off those Bartimaeus books. I probably should have started it earlier since now it's kind of overdue. I know, I'm horrible. Anyways, I quite enjoyed this novel. It takes kind of a meandering trend, there's nothing really driving the story. But it's all the little details that made it resonate. I really enjoyed the POV of new immigrants, as well as their children's POV as they grow up in two societies. It's something that always intrigues me, and is vaguely familiar. The story is essentially about a boy named Gogol, who is the son of Bengali immigrants in the States. The way he was named, and how it shaped his life is a large factor in the story, and I like the way names really come up again and again. It's a very moving story about families, essentially.