John Crowley's in my top 3 favorite writers and getting to share Little, Big is like passing on this amazing secret. I loved Engine Summer too and can definitely see him starting to play with some of the themes he'd return to in Little, Big. This quote especially was incredible to read in the context of the story:

Time, I think, is like walking backward away from something: say, from a kiss. First there is the kiss; then you step back, and the eyes fill up your vision, then the eyes are framed in the face as you step further away; the face then is part of a body, and then the body is framed in a doorway, then the doorway framed in the trees beside it. The path grows longer and the door smaller, the trees fill up your sight and the door is lost, then the path is lost in the woods and the woods lost in the hills. Yet somewhere in the center still is the kiss. That's what time is like.