Call me a sucker, but I love books about ennui, and people searching for meaning. This book so perfectly captures that in a beautiful and charming way I already knew I would like it. I often think about the oddball ending and how serene yet inconceivable it is. There parts of the book where it seems like you are floating along, just as the cover of the book implies, and it doesn't feel pointless, even though pointlessness is arguably the main theme of the book. I'm not sure I understand why I love the prose and characters so much, since on paper, this book could be very annoying if it was written by a less capable author. Instead, it has become one of my favorites.