It seemed that no matter where I turned, I kept hearing about this book. I finally bought it myself to see what all the chatting was about. Somewhere around the middle of the book I found myself wondering, “Is this book popular because people like it, or do people like it because it’s popular?” Maybe my expectations were too high, but I honestly don’t remember having (m)any expectations going into it –mostly just curious. It’s a refreshingly honest read from an imperfect author (at least, one who actually admits it) and there were three or four points that really grabbed me, but for the most part it felt like a lighthearted read about Christian Spirituality. Even though this one didn’t rock my world, per se, I think we need more books like this –honest, real, imperfect. After all, we’re still a work in progress.