A rambunctious, achingly human book... Mr. Irving has written a novel that is at once funny and profoundly serious.
Some books you read. This one you carry with you. A small boy with an unmistakable voice. A single terrible swing. A story of faith, fate, and friendship that’s funny and heartbreaking in equal measure. A modern classic our regulars still talk about years later. Settle in.
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“I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice—not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother’s death, but because he is the reason I believe in God; I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.”
Some books you read. This one you carry with you.
It’s the summer of 1953 in Gravesend, New Hampshire. Two eleven-year-old boys—the best of friends—are playing in a Little League game. One hits a foul ball that kills the other boy’s mother. But Owen Meany doesn’t believe in accidents. He believes he is God’s instrument. And what happens after that single, terrible swing is nothing short of extraordinary.
John Irving has crafted a sweeping, unforgettable story about faith, fate, friendship, and the long shadow of one small boy with an unmistakable voice. Funny and heartbreaking in equal measure, it’s the kind of novel that lingers long after the final page—the sort of book our regulars come back to talk about years later, still moved.
Widely regarded as a modern classic and one of Irving’s most beloved works, A Prayer for Owen Meany has earned a permanent place on the shelves of readers who treasure big-hearted, ambitious storytelling.
This is a book to settle in with. Pour the tea. Listen to the rain on the windows, the gulls out past the cove. Then let Owen’s voice fill the room.
Stop by and let us hand you a copy—we think it might just become one of your favorites, too.
A rambunctious, achingly human book... Mr. Irving has written a novel that is at once funny and profoundly serious.

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