This book works as a metaphor, I guess, rather than a novel about an animorphic animal. It's pretty simple writing, and more childish than childlike or good for kids. Actually, it's downright sappy. Jonathan has no real character at all, he just represents an ideal. Even the photographs of seagulls are bad. Why this book ever became a best seller I have no idea. It will appeal to the most extreme new agers and the most banal of sentimentalists.