All Shall Be Well; and All Shall Be Well; and All Manner of Things Shall Be Well
by Tod Wodicka
I had no idea what this book was when I first heard of it, only that it had the most ridiculously awesome title I'd ever heard. I would like to emphasize "ridiculous" at this point, because it now becomes clear that it is in fact another of those books from those new authors who are trying to make a name for themselves by superficially standing out by telling essentially the same story as everyone else, some dude with a quirky problem figuring out both his family and his life. This is why I generally try to avoid new literature that comes recommended by critics, not so much because the resulting book isn't any good but that I really wish more writers were more confident in their own abilities (or, I guess, publishers). I realize I'm generalizing, and maybe it's just my disappointment in learning pretty quickly that the story is not as awesome as the title. Then again, I didn't say it wasn't bad. But this is a title that demands judging!