I really wanted this to be a good book, but I was let down.
Winkler dreams the future. He dreams that he is instrumental in his baby daughter's death, so he puts as much distance between them as he possibly can. Many years later, he returns to his home town to try to find out about his daughter's fate.
The main problem with the novel is that it moves at a snail's pace, and, predicting the future in dreams aside, the ending isn't really believable - it just doesn't feel right, it is too neat.
Apparently, the Daily Telegraph said that 'His writing is crystalline, his attention to detail intense and evocative...'. In my opinion, Doerr's attention to detail is so intense that you can never get caught up in the flow of the story because describing everything takes forever.
And then there is Winkler's obsession with water. If you aren't interested in endless descriptions of cloud formations and snowflakes, this is not the novel for you.
If only Doerr could have resisted the urge to be overly descriptive, this would have been a really good novel - even with the unlikely ending.