Although I didn't particularly enjoy the narrative of this story, I did feel a kind of kindred relation to Franklin and so enjoyed the book overall.

Franklin thinks he's happy to be alone, doing important cloudspotting work, but when an unexpected arrival disturbs his routine, he becomes angry and worried.

I can clearly remember the days at school where I would walk around the perimeter of the playground and watch the clouds for shapes during lunch time. I liked to do it alone, and I didn't like to be disturbed. But I can definitely admit that I was a lonely child, so when Franklin figures out that he is indeed lonely, he decides to be friends with the new addition and is happy to continue cloudspotting with his new companion.

What I didn't enjoy about the narrative was the play out of the two point climax. There is an action climax where Franklin sends the new arrival away in anger, and an emotional realisation climax where he then understands he was lonely all along. I think these could have been merged together a little better as they feel quite unnaturally fast paced and disconnected.