This is one of a stack of books my husband bought me for Christmas. Given that my bookshelves at home are overflowing with books to be read while I keep reading library books, I figured I ought to start alternating, a library book and then an owned book.
I am not a religious person, but I enjoyed this book (for the most part) anyway. The author obviously loved and respected Mister Rogers very deeply. Her love is evident in the anecdotes she shares about the man and their correspondence. I was not a big fan of the "toast sticks" metaphor she used throughout the book to section it out; it felt unnecessary and forced.
The best parts of this book are when the author allows Fred's actions and stories to speak for him, rather than trying to define his faith for the reader through her own interpretations.