That was blindingly apparent when I reached page 4 and read the following analogy:
"Others might have called him a baker, but I thought of him as a master craftsman or a sculptor. Instead of a chisel he used dough, and instead of clay he used frosting - but the result was always a masterpiece."
And that was it. It's hard to convince yourself to press on after reading the absolute worst analogy you have ever seen.
If you happen to love that book, please accept my apology. I'm sure it's a great story full of Christmas spirit.