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Stone Yard Devotional strikes me as a very typical Booker book: chilly, elegant, balancing passages of banality against plainly stated emotion, with a pinch of oddness. I really liked parts of it, specifically the way the narrator discusses her relationship with her parents and enduring grief over their deaths. At its strongest, this narrative can be haunting. Overall, however, I’m left with the feeling that it’s less than the sum of its parts. (Probably should note, though, that I read this by switching between the ebook and audiobook, which may have magnified the sense that it was disjointed and/or overly digressive.)