I picked up this classic from Marilynne Robinson because it was suggested as a read alike to Elizabeth Strout, and I would love to get into another series of books with a similar vibe. Alas, I can see the parallels between the two authors, but this was just not for me. I think I prefer novels that pack more of an emotional punch, rather than a simmer, and maybe something more contemporary. I could see why people love it, though. The point of view of the father writing to his son was very vivid and heartfelt.