The language of Tinkers is brilliant; Harding has paragraph-long sentences that feel like a journey and at the end of the action, I felt as though I should have gotten a stamp for my passport. He deftly handles the musings and broken timelines, returning us to where we left off in just the right moment and with just the right tone.
As I turned the last page, I felt as though I had been imprinted with mechanisms of George and the various springs that propelled his life.