I really like Chris Moore. I am not sure where he comes up with these crazy ideas, but his books are so interesting and innovative. This one in particular was funny and fascinating. The idea of souls being captured in everyday objects really makes you laugh and also, think.
I wonder now what my soul vessel would be.
Please read it! It's fantastic. I will be reading all of his books!!

Charlie Asher's wife, Rachel, dies shortly after giving birth to their daughter, Sophie. At this time in the hospital, Charlie sees a very large black man wearing a mint green suit; the black man is astonished that Charlie can see him! After this, weird things start happening to Charlie: random objects are glowing red, people are dropping dead around him! What is going on?

It took a little bit for the book to get going, I thought, but not too far into it, when we find out what is going on, I thought it really picked up, and I really liked it. There were some great supporting characters in the book: Ray and Lily, who work at Charlie's second-hand store; Sophie, Charlie's little girl; Mrs. Ling and Mrs. Korjev, Charlie's neighbours and frequent babysitters of Sophie… I listened to the audio, and I'm sure people thought I was a little odd, laughing to myself as I listened. I would give the story itself 3.75 stars, but I'm adding an extra quarter star for the really good narrator of the audio.

Not maybe his best book, but pleasurable reading. Moore always seems to find a balance between madcap absurdity and warmth. The humour is constant and should remove any real sense of character, and yet the characters are endearing, The silly plots are creative and convoluted, as well as unpredictable. This one has a recently widowed man and new father thrust into the supernatural when he finds he has been drafted to be a servant of death.

There is a quality to his story-telling that is hard to define. You feel happy and good while reading them. Are they a escape? Maybe. But they aren't cheap. In lesser hands, these kinds of stories could be very cheap and empty. The first book I ever read by Moore was Fluke, which, offered a science fiction type story. It was rollicking and funny as hell and even ribald, and yet it wasn't til toward the end that I started to realise that the primary genre was not adventure or sci-fi, but humour. He is most similar to James Morrow in that respect--you're reading a really good, engaging book, that happens to wink and poke fun at everything constantly while you are along for the ride. The silliness should constantly remind you that you are reading a story, that the story itself is simply a frame for amusement, and yet it blooms to three dimensions anyways.

The running joke/commentary about beta males never stopped delivering

Christopher Moore is a genious at intertwining humor, the macabre, and humanity. This is a very engaging, funny, and interesting novel that had me gripped from begining to end. I would reccomend this book to anyone no matter what their tastes in reading.