I was really excited for this book, because I thought it was going to be an interesting look at religion. While I still think it had its merits, there were definitely aspects that took away from the book for me. I found the time difficult to place, because the book discusses people celebrating the country's centennial while also talking about TVs. I think perhaps they meant bicentenial? I'm not sure. I also thought the ending was just...bad.

This book was about Mongolia, so you think I would have been devouring it and giving it 5 stars. I liked it better than the other book I brought with me on vacation, but I wasn't blown away by it.

I laughed so hard that I cried.

Eh. It's the middle novel of a trilogy.

I don't even know where to start with this one, just that I didn't care for it at all.