This book simply didn't work for me. It's framed as a nearly thirty-year-old (who considers that close to 42, somehow) gay dad approaching the site of his Damascene conversion, but is actually told as a very straightforward coming of age story with occasionally inserted scenes from his college years.

The story of an adult coming to terms with his past would have been a much better way to tell this story. It doesn't have much at all to say about the whole Burpo and Malarkey industrial complex, and it features a pastiche of all of the most annoying professional atheists of the last fifteen years. We see who the characters were but only glimpse sketches of what they have become, and frankly their journey wasn't that interesting.

And Schlich has never played a video game in his life. (Hoping this sentence isn't actionable).