I finally got around to reading The Five People You Meet in Heaven. My wife insisted I read it, and I’m glad she did. I have no doubt that most of the fine literature types hated it, but I was moved to tears. I guess I’m just overly sentimental.
There’s something to be said about a story that brings home the fact that no life is worthless. As someone who has many times felt “stuck” and had not a few wistful moments that I never got out to see the world, this book brings me a little smile.
I love small, sweet stories, but they are hard to find outside of novels aimed at women. And they’re hard to find in that genre, too.