This was my first Irving book. I'm not too enthused to read any more. Very creative and engaging characters, great symbolism, too many words to tell the story.
The book fascinated me, and bored me alternately. Probably one of the best opening lines I've read in a long time:
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice-not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.
Overall, I couldn't recommend it except to Lit. majors who will love it.
PS: The narrator is not a Christian in any sense that I understand the word.
Random thoughts.
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