Here's a six month late review: my dad said that this book was funny, and it was, but my dad described it as laugh out loud funny. It was not. On the other hand, it was very warm and moving. When it was funny, it was genuinely so. When it was moving, it was genuinely so. When Fr. Martin came to the University of Scranton's commencement last fall he told a lot of the jokes in this book (as well as in the The Jesuit Guide...which I still haven't read), and they were much funnier in person. Also, when I met him in the fall he was very excited to meet me and my brother because we all graduated from Plymouth Whitemarsh High School, and he drew us a map of where he grew up. I didn't get to tell him, however, my favorite part of this book:
I've always known that God loves me, but it's always felt very impersonal. For the first time, the knowledge that God likes me, which is somehow better -your parents love you no matter what, they're your parents, but they don't always like you or want to spend time with you -really hit home. Anyway. I just wanted to remember the feeling I had the first time I realized: Oh, God likes me, thinks I'm funny and wants to be with me, just as much and maybe even more than I want to be with Him.