Its 617 pages, and it seems rather boring at times
however, Owen Meany quite possibly is one of the best books I have ever read, and I cried at the end. Because it is so awesome.

There is just nothing to describe it, all of it, everything, EVERY SINGLE THING that led up to his death meant something, everything had meaning, even his idiotic douche-nozzle (courtesy of jon) father had a purpose, to show him that owen really did know all

I don't necessarily believe the second virgin birth thing, but everything else, my god, I was wrapped up til the end

and I loved every minute of it

I almost didn't want to know how Owen Meany died, in fact I didn't want him to die. I wanted Owen and Hester to live together, get pregnant, have a kid, one kid, and then live on for Hester to become rock queen supreme and Owen to become a professor at the local university, and John won't end up a 45 year old virgin professor at a girl's private school. Good god that seems depressing. He's kind of androgynous in that way I suppose. Which could give anonynimity I suppose to the reader to make it more accessible, but my god he...well actually, where was he without owen, and poor hester, alone now, really, because she never got to truly be with owen

I don't know if I would like to know when I was going to die, and how it was going to happen, but, I'd probably say no to the offer.

This was just a fantastic book...