A review by oxnard_montalvo
The Book of Form and Emptiness by Ruth Ozeki

Starts strong, with a bit of a sag 3/4 of the way to the end before ending in a whirlwind. So much I loved; the idea of things speaking, their own desires affecting their personalities and what they speak of. The structure of the book is memorable and unique. The book acknowledges that you are reading, it becomes its own narrator, conversing with Benny, our protagnonist, and holding court about the bookish world.
I think you could read the ending more ambiguously; does it end as neatly as suggested? Or is it delusion? Perhaps there is something darker under the surface.