The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore
The pile of books to review is growing larger and larger and I’m bored and pissed off right now, so I doubt very much this will be my most profound post ever, but it distracts me from the crap in my life and makes me feel productive at the same time, so here I go.
Bear and I picked this up right before a road trip to visit the inlaws. It was right before Christmas and it looked amusing and unique, so we took a chance on it. We’re suckers at Christmas. Although not big enough suckers to be entertained by “The Christmas Shoes.” That is such treacly sap I go diabetic just thinking about it.
This was one of the greatest accidental discoveries we’ve ever had. We started reading it together in bed like the old married couple that we are. Bear reads while I knit. [shakes head] I swear, I’m not a little old lady.
Bear has a learning disability and has had some trouble reading, so he often reads books to me so he can overcome his problem, and it entertains my brain while my hands are busy. But with this book, we only got through the second chapter before I took it away from him and started reading it myself. It’s freaking hilarious and Bear was stepping on all the jokes! We laughed so hard we nearly wet the bed. Then we took it with us on our road trip and I read the book to him the whole way there and back.
Essentially, an angel comes to a small California town to grant a Christmas miracle. Through a comedy of errors a little boy thinks he sees Santa Claus die, so he asks the angel to bring Santa back to life. In the process, the angel unleashes the crap that hits the fan.
It’s hard for me to find words to express how funny this book is. The characters are bizarre, the scenario is so twisted that Moore *has* to be on medication to come up with it. And I was holding my sides the entire time.
