I finished this book yesterday afternoon, and am still processing it. I liked the book. I solidly liked it. I liked the way it centered gods and religion around primal, mystical truths. I liked the way that the story wove those truths in with lies. I liked the surreal nature of the story,and I liked how easily my mind accepted that surrealism because somehow there was something crystal clear about it.
I feel like there was great depth, truth, and clarity about this story. I felt that most strongly as I was actually reading the book. But when I put the book down, I'm not sure I could have explained what I had just read. Like gods and religion, the story was like trying to catch smoke. Just when I thought I understood, I discovered that my understanding was incomplete.