This is very different from the books I normally read, but I enjoyed it a lot.

"Who am I, you ask? My name is Marcellus, but most humans do not call me that. Typically, they call me that guy. For example: Look at that guy—there he is—you can just see his tentacles behind the rock."

Van Pelt conducted a great deal of research, and yet this opening salvo is the only time that the word "tentacle" should have appeared in this book. Why? Because the wonderful character and device Marcellus is a massively intelligent giant Pacific octopus, and octopuses do not have tentacles. It makes sense that the average Joe or Jane aquarium visitor would not know that, and it's a shame that the information plaque next Marcellus' enclosure doesn't mention this along with the other facts about his diet, "penchant for cleverness," and camouflage abilities. But the author even has Marcellus quip, "On occasion I have wondered whether I might have more intelligence in a single tentacle than a human does in its entire skull." Well, poop Marcellus. I thought you were smarter than that. Tentacles are mentioned at least 20 times more.

However, marine biological nomenclature is not what set me on the opposing side of all those many readers charmed by this purportedly feel-good tale. For the record, I loved Marcellus's little monologues and his interactions with Tova and company. The small town setting also felt appropriate because it puts the reader into the midst of everyone's business. Unfortunately, I didn't find everyone's business of very interesting.

Tova is not the easiest character with whom to identify, but I could kind of relate to her given my own curmudgeonly ways. I sympathized with her life losses and her anxieties about the future given the uptick of her age and not wanting to impose herself on her similarly aged friends despite their claiming her as chosen family. I also related to her grief though I've never had (nor wanted, so don't cry for me) children. But I have lost family, so the feelings aren't foreign. Frankly, I loved her relationship with Marcellus for providing a balm for her, and it seemed fitting that she would more easily give herself to him than an any human person around her, at least until Cameron enters the picture.

While Cameron's immaturity is purposeful to the story, it's a bit grating. Actually, his constant sniveling about having been abandoned is not the biggest issue for me with this character. I don't know what that would feel like, but he's 32 and also was taken in by an aunt who deeply cares for him, so his endless self-pity is off-putting. While his character growth is inevitable, the getting there was a chore and that was my main grievance with him. He's also presented as being pretty smart. He quotes Shakespeare, figures out how to change a serpentine belt in the middle of nowhere (pretty sure I would not be able to do that even with YouTube in hand), and knows that the clematis is a member of the buttercup family, but he can't figure out the clues of his own life. Nor can Tova, which made me at times low-key hate this book.

Even a reader who's only half paying attention will have figured out the familial connections long before the main characters do. Once Marcellus provides the Tova with the key from the sea, we've a massive hint, and once Marcellus states what he's observed about the human gait, we're just waiting for the humans to figure out what the octopus knows. But my god, the getting there is so tedious! With less than 40 pages (or 10% of the book to go), even Marcellus' last appearance is titled "Oh, Let Us Cut the Shit, Shall We?" Yes, indeed.

Ultimately, I didn't find the plot all that riveting. I wanted to care, but I didn't, although I did appreciate how Marcellus' story resolves. I didn't find the mysteries all that mysterious. The peripheral characters were okay (Ethan; the Knit-Wits, which was funny the first time I read that and eyeroll provoking all the successive times; Avery, etc.) That leaves the writing, which to me was competent but pedestrian. This book is not quite mediocre but was far from a satisfying. ( )

I cried. I knew I would. The story deals with grief and loss but also with hope and love. The picture in my head of Tova pulling a scrub bucket with an octopus in it down to the sea will always be with me. I will never forget Marcellus. ( )

“Then, with a twitch, my limbs awaken, and I am alive again. I do not say this to give you false hope. My death is imminent. But I am not dead yet. I have time enough to bask in the vastness of the sea” (349).

No matter the tragic events of your past or the bleak resoluteness of your future, there is always room for hope, even when you think all is lost. Like a sunken treasure sitting in the darkest depths of the cold sea, there’s always something bright to be discovered in the dark. This is what grieving widow Tova and wandering orphan Cameron come to understand when their paths serendipitously cross—and then stay crossed and connected by meddling Marcellus, a remarkably bright creature.

In this book about family and home, loss and misunderstandings, there’s so much to love: the magical realism of a communicative giant Pacific octopus with a sardonic voice, the connections between broken and lost characters in a small town, and the unfolding mysteries of loved ones who disappeared decades ago somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.

While this is a solid 4.5 for me, there are some things I didn’t love: I’m not a fan of dramatic irony, but I know how frustrated Marcellus felt. For me, it took awhile for the book to gain speed (not until after the first 100 pages), but that’s certainly how bogged down in the mire grief can be—much like what the characters are experiencing. And while I was instantly drawn to Cameron and Ethan and Jeanne and Avery, it took me awhile to feel that same magnetism towards Tova—much like the veneer of her stoic Swedish stock. So, even with elements that I didn’t love, in the end, I really appreciated how purposeful and seamless all pieces intertwined. This is one I’d certainly recommend diving into—you won’t be disappointed with the treasure you uncover. ( )

A fascinating book with nice interweaving of the death of the main human character’s (Tova’s) son, an octopus who loves to escape his aquarium, and a younger man who comes to work with Tova at the aquarium. I liked it quite a bit. Well written, characters are well developed, and it is a touching story of aging and still being productive. ( )