Two things.
1.) Relentless and repetitive descriptions.
2.) Hawking other books by the author.
What did I come away with from this book?
The author is a high functioning autistic. It’s a sweet story, It is far too embellished to be true.
Either the narrator or the author or both painted an imaginative portrait of Jesus that reminded me of some hacky-sack hipster that collects antiques and plays with children.
Angels in my opinion, as presented in this book, are anonymous, mute house eunuchs that were more creepy than benevolent.
“In my father’s there are many mansions.” Justifying this story, maybe this describes the author’s mansion. Everyone else’s mansion may well be quite different. Heaven is a state of pure creative thought that each person can create, ala, What Dreams May Come.
Personally, my soul was not touched and my heart strings were not tugged. I accept this book as fiction and only fiction.
“Thou shalt not bear false witness… “