Okay, unfortunately I don’t have an Amazon account, so I can’t post my review of the book.  I actually did write a review of the book for my blog a few months ago.  I’ve pasted it below, in case you’d like to post it to Amazon on my behalf.

And if you remember the picture magnet you received in Greensboro, NC (with the member of the David Crowder Hair Toucher Society) – that’s me! 

Anyhoo.  Here’s my review:

“Most times, at least in my opinion, a book’s title only implies what might lie within its covers. With David Crowder’s latest (and hopefully not his last) book, what you see is what you get. Everybody Wants to Go to Heaven, but Nobody Wants to Die or (the eschatology of bluegrass) – how much more descriptive can you get than that? And it’s spot on. With that many words, it should be.

Prompted by the death of their close friend Kyle Lake, David Crowder, along with bandmate, friend and co-author Mike Hogan, explore the existence, the meaning and the destiny of the human soul…and bluegrass. Seriously. Have you seen David Crowder*Band in concert? The bluegrass portion is extraordinary; a rip-roarin’ good time! I happen to be a fan of the bluegrass – not necessarily the twangy types (as in days of yore), but Alison Krauss & Union Station, Mark O’Connor, Bela Fleck? Love ‘em! Nothing like a good instrumental. Play banjo! play! I digress…

Why bluegrass? “There is an eschatology to bluegrass music that holds both suffering and hope. Both are inherent and necessary items within it.” (p. 9) Kinda like life I guess.

Now if you’ve seen David Crowder in concert, or read his first book, Praise Habit: Finding God in Sushi and Sunsets, you are aware of his … uniqueness. I love the way he talks and writes. For people who don’t like alot of words, and a few sizeable ones thrown in here and there, they might consider his writing “fluffy;” his words, superfluous. Whatever floats your boat. I like it tremendously, myself. And the zany footnotes? Stellar!

I really can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have write a book on such a heavy topic as death – and it can be a heavy topic – than David Crowder. Call me weird, but his style of writing made reading the book pleasurable. I even chuckled – and laughed aloud occasionally – throughout; all at appropriate times, mind you.

The book is even structured in a unique way. Seven Parts, which are further divided into the following chapters: History of the Soul or [insert clever subtitle here], History of Bluegrass or [insert another clever subtitle here, the man likes his subtitles!], and then there are the columns (these are rather puzzling, might I say). There are IMs between David and Hogan that offer a little behind the scenes. It’s kind of like the outtakes at the end of a movie or something, only the IMs are at the end of every “History of the Soul” chapter. The columns? Just go see for yourself. It’s just too difficult to try and explain here.

Bottom line: Would I recommend this book? Yes.1
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1 Footnote (in keeping with all things Crowder): Do I hope David Crowder writes more books in the future? Yes.”

Thanks,
Karla