I loved this book. It's the kind literature professors live for because the endless conversations it will spawn over literary themes will practically do their jobs for them.
Normally when reading books one might classify as 'descriptive', it can be hard to avoid a feeling of 'Oh great, here goes the author on a self indulgent adjective fest but this is classic literature so I'll patiently read the whole thing' and it becomes more of a character building experience than pleasure.
Tinkers is the opposite because Harding is a serious master of the English language. I've never read such original, unpretentious descriptions of people or events.
It can't really be made into a movie, it just has to be read.