This isn’t the type of book I’d normally pick up, but it had been recommended to me by several people who I consider to be highly intelligent, so I gave it a shot. I almost didn’t finish the book, but I kept on, in hopes of it getting better. It didn’t.
What I was hoping for in reading this book were some answers to the universal question we all ask, if God is all-knowing and all-powerful, then why is there so much bad in the world? Why do terrible things happen to good, undeserving people? This book not only doesn’t answer or even entertain answering this, but instead it talks in circles with horrendous, hokey dialogue, while simultaneously painting a picture of the characters of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost as rather depressing entities. Depressing because of the way they speak, which is indirectly, with flowery language that, stripped down, ultimately means nothing.