Pretty standard FHB. As with all her books, you kind of have to wade through the ludicrous plot and a fair amount of period classism, ableism and Orientalism, and then survive the odd left hand turn into a discourse on the power of prayer (which is thereafter able to work our heroes out of any crunch, and combines with the first three to form what is known in academic circles as "toxic bullshitism"). If you manage to get through all that, it's a very sweet story about two boys who would do anything in the world for each other, self-esteem issues, and the power of fatherly affection.

I am very fond of all of those last things, though I really do wish she'd lay off the power of prayer stuff.

Also, this main character is kind of hilariously blinkered on issues pertaining to the title of the book.