This was a pretty enjoyable story about a guy going on a walk. I didn't feel emotionally moved by it, and I would have preferred if (view spoiler)[Queenie wasn't dying at the end. (hide spoiler)] 
 However, for some reason this book did remind me that on my 5th birthday, my dad got me a 2-liter bottle full of pennies, which is something I hadn't thought of in years. I imagined it was an enormous sum of money, and with the help of my brother Benjamin-Reuben, I counted out all 500 pennies. It was $5, which was still a pretty enormous sum of money to me at the time. That's a great memory, thanks Rachel Joyce for bringing it back to me. :)