I read this book because a friend of my husband's gave him a copy. It's slightly crazy - but just because things are crazy doesn't mean they didn't happen. However, the delivery is lacking. Burpo seems hardpressed to convince every reader of the authenticity of Colton's story. He had to name his church, a Wesleyan church in Colorado. He had to tell story after story about how he and Colton discussed his trip to Heaven. (An aside: Quite frankly, if I was a parent, I would have been so curious, I probably would have asked Colton every single question I could think of, and not spread the conversation out over several months.)

However, I am not Todd Burpo. That's the main point I need to remember: this is one man's account of an incredulous story, not mine.