OK. I wasn't sure about the title or the cover - but now that I've read the book I get it. It's pretty smart, pretty funny, definitely quirky, and I liked the characters and the plot enough that it made me stay up WAY too late. My kids were late for school because I overslept, and then even later because I was reading it at every red light!
I actually didn't want to like this book because I have a little bias against reading books that deal with religion. But a friend whose reading tastes I respect had reccomended it, so I gave it a go. It really deals with morality and spirituality, rather than religion, per se. When "church style religion" actually shows up in the book, it's sometimes to show how flawed it can be. That's not to say that it totally dogs church-y religion, just shows its fair share of flaws.
I don't want to give anything away, so I'll just say that the one plot theme I thought I saw coming, did in fact come. But I didn't mind because it was such a satisfying idea, that if it hadn't happened that way I would have put the book down.
The ending might have been my favorite part of the book. Once in a while, there's a last sentence that so perfectly ties up a book, that it just sings and resounds in my brain and sticks there forever. One book that had a last line like that was "Mudbound" by Hillary Jordan. This was another. This last line pretty much sums up my entire existence. What a surpise to know that there are kindred spirits out there, people that think the way I do, and that one of them wrote a book about it.