I wanted to like this book, but it was really just too disjointed to produce much depth. Characters were dropped, plot threads went unresolved, and some of the characters blended into one another. Because of the structure of the story (each chapter was essentially a short story with a different narrator), this book was less like a journey with the characters than an earnest attempt to drive a car with manual transmission, jerking and stalling as I made my way to the grocery store.
Actually, when I finished the story (while wondering what in the world the last chapter had to do with anything and fed up with the fleeting glimpses I got into the characters' religious lives), I thought, "This reads like someone's MFA thesis." When I read the author bio page, I learned that the book was her MFA thesis. And so it goes.