Bartholomew Lampion was blinded at the age of three, when surgeons reluctantly removed his eyes to save him from a fast-spreading cancer; but although eyeless, Barty regained his sight when he was thirteen. This sudden ascent from a decade of darkness into the glory of light was not brought about by the hands of a holy healer. No celestial trumpets announced the restoration of his vision, just as none had announced his birth. A roller coaster had something to do with his recovery, as did a seagull. And you can't discount the importance of Barty's profound desire to make his mother proud of him before her second death. The first time she died was the day Barty was born. January 6, 1965.

By this point, I was like, "Ok, WHAT? Back up." But he doesn't. You don't figure out what he's talking about until the very end of the book, when the story arc comes all the way around. It's an excellent book.
 

I guessed everything that was going to happen long before it did.

And the ending was just too "neat" for my taste.

I did like how he talked about other dimensions and stuff, and I was glad there were not any super-intelligent dogs.

Of course, this is just my opinion. I have liked other books he has written (even ones with super-intelligent dogs).

-V
 

Oh, yes, the super-intelligent dogs are always fun.

Which other books of his did you like?
 

Nothing like four testicled aryans named Candy to creep me out...