A brilliantly written short novel that won the Pulitzer Prize in 2010, but I found it so dense that reading it was a slog. It reminded me of Faulkner's As I Lay Dying.
 Reading tinkers (the "t" is down) made me wonder why I'm not finding more books that I really love. While tinkers is good, deep, written by an author who calls himself a modern-day New England transcendentalist, it made me think of when I read Tom Rachman's The Imperfectionists, also published in 2010, and how bummed I got when I saw that I had just fifty or so pages of it left to read.
 Why aren't I finding more books like that?