I liked all the Charles Martin books I'd read thus far, but not this one. Mainly because there is an end-stage terminally ill patient in it, one who is in a tremendous amount of physical agony. I found it quite implausible to accomplish what they set out to do. Husband and wife embarked on their final journey down this river: to fulfill her bucket list, to rekindle memories, and for her to leave him a final token of her love and of their life together. There are spots of raw beauty (the type of storytelling that Martin does best), but I just had a difficult time meandering through the storyline of so much pain.