I have just closed the last page on a book that has affected me.  It is a novel about a boy growing up and trying to figure out where he is meant to be.  Where that is is obvious from the start.  The captivating part of the story is his observation of everyone else.  Mainly the waste of society  and people.  A disconnection with the land and our purpose in life.  As I read the book I could not help but have some feeling of disgust at the waste in our lives, our materialism.