A light confection that somehow manages to stick to the ribs
Although I read "A Patchwork Planet" last Spring,this book comes back to me in lightning bolts whenever I stroll Rittenhouse Square. You can't help but be right there with Barnaby throughout the book, he's that real. The "patchwork planet quilt" aspect of the novel made little sense, however, and I suspect that this is a case where the title was chosen first and then shoehorned into the book like a square peg into a round hole. Regardless, it's still an enjoyable read.