I was sucked in by the wonderful cover and by the premise outlined on the back: Christopher, Cristof, Christophe and Cristofol all had the same father who abandoned them each in turn when they were young. He was a truck driver who moved around Europe and started families for some mysterious reason. When one of them is informed his father hasn't been seen in while, he discovers he has three half-brothers. They get together for the first time in their lives to try and puzzle out who their father was and where he might be.

But really that's as interesting as the book gets. I must be missing something cultural that's lost in the translation, because I don't get why this won awards in Spain.

I suppose I could find the deeper meaning here by saying that the novel is about the fact that the mysteries of the past lose their power when you find out the truth behind them and all parents inevitably lose their godlike status to us as we grow, until we're reminded of something magical about them... but I suspect all of that would be me projecting.

This is really just a plotless novel that's indolent like a country vacation which at first is charming but wears on you quickly and you just want to do something rather than listen to your weird uncle's stories for another day.

But yeah, pretty cover.