Wow. Just, wow. It's such an intense book, and it reads so quickly that I had to keep reminding myself to actually read the descriptions of all the awful things Jay endured. But, the story is so much more than just a harrowing thriller about being eaten alive. It's a eulogy, an examination of fatherhood and childhood and the canyon (deep sea trench?) between those experiences. It's about grief and about trauma, about misunderstanding and miscommunication. It's a prodigal son story from the stomach of a sperm whale.

I think I'll be buying this one. It's going to require a thorough re-read someday.