I can gather that this book holds many teachings for its reader.
Not that it forces these teachings down your throat, but it presents them in
such a way that coaxes your thoughts into teaching them to yourself. I feel
this way when I read about the relationship between the narrator and his son.
Aside from the occasional philosophical ranting on the narrators part, the
reader can learn a few things when the narrator himself learns, in this case,
how to react to his son. He complains about his son being too curious, too
intuitive, to the point that it drives him mad sometimes. But you can't blame
the kid for being a kid. The narrator has brief moments of reflection over his
demeanor towards his son, and alters his approaches, which is amiable. It was
heartwarming to see him modify his philosophy over ghosts and the ghosts of
science when his son gave his input- in fact, he would have never developed
this philosophy were it not for his son's questioning, so even he has to
appreciate it. The narrator grows as a father just as much as his son grows as
a person, and to watch them grow alongside each other and learn from each
other's philosophies is lovely. I admire watching the narrator grow as a person
because this book, aside from being an exploration in philosophy, is still, in
short, a book. Any story must have characters that experience growth and change
throughout it. The fact that this book successfully does both makes it a better
novel altogether, thus far.
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