THEO of GOLDEN-Golden Rule with too Much of Good Thing - So Saccharine It's Rubbish

For those who read Allen Levi's novel, "Theo of Golden" and were touched by this warm-hearted tale of countless kindnesses bestowed on the townspeople in Golden by a mysterious, dapper senior, you will not take kindly to what I have to say.  I say - Bah Humbug! Phooey! Yuck! This treacly tale is so excessively sweet and long it become an odious odyssey that never seems to end.  Theo enters Golden unbeknownst to the community.  The townsfolk are mystified by Theo many, magnanimous acts.  His actions serve to draw the locals whom he's interacted with, into an interconnected group.  Theo enters the charming town of Golden unbeknownst to anyone who lives there.  He elects to settle there for an indefinite period and for  indeterminate reasons.  Theo ambles into the local coffee bistro where everyone knows your name and are always glad you came.  Theo is immediately taken aback by the portraitures on the walls.  It just so happens the paintings are for sale.  Perhaps on a whim, Theo choses to buy many of them and give the portraits to the individuals depicted as gifts.  The only caveat, he would like to meet the party in the painting and directly present the painting. This bloated and overly long story is drawn out as we learn about the people's lives in a kismet connection between Theo and person gifted by Theo.  In turn,  a symbiotic relationship ensues between the parties.  To make matters more miraculous and incredulous, a synapses of harmonious happenstances abound amongst those to whom Theo has presented their portrait gifts.  Get my drift?  There's more soul-stirring shifts happening around town ever since Theo decided to make Golden him home.  I fault Theo's saintly like behaviors for being pompous and pretentious.  Theo is quite the connoisseur of art, music, food and wine.  The answers to Theo's own personal history and the reasons why he came to live in Golden are made "heir" apparent posthumously. Theo seemed to have a particular proclivity to getting to know the painter of the portraits.  For those who easily succumb to feel good far-fetched stories, you may revel in this bunk.  Knock ourselves out!  I say Bah Humbug - stay out of Golden at the risk of wasting your valued time sullied in syrupy drivel.