I had a publisher's proof of this beautiful little book before the real thing was out and I drank it in like a tall lemonade on a hot day. I keep highlighting and writing things in the margins like "Yes!" This is a truly glorious book: in-your-face and young and fun, yet wise in a very deep and satisfying way. Pam Grout doesn't pull any punches: you may agree with her God-doesn't-belong-to-any-particular-religion take on things or you may not, but I can't believe anyone could read this book and not feel surer that there's a positive purpose to all this. That we're loved. That we have important work to do. And that if God Doesn't Have Bad Hair Days, maybe our own bad hair days (and bad work days, bad money days, bad guy days, etc.) aren't so awful after all.
You don't need to be turning thirty-five and have your boyfriend dump you for a twenty-something, bleached-blonde law student like in the first line of Pam Grout's "God Doesn't Have Bad Hair Days" to learn a valuable lesson from the book. What you do need is the desire to love, be loved, and find peace and happiness in your life--not just your afterlife, but your current life. Pam walks you through ten simple exercises, each taking less than forty-eight hours, that will show you that not only is the God force (call it what you will, but she'll call it "Cosmo K" or sometimes "The Dude") attainable, but also all the love and beauty it has to offer is actually yours for the taking.
Reading this book is like getting advice from a good friend who has a wonderful and quirky outlook on life. No matter your spiritual beliefs or upbringing, there's a precious message anchored in these pages and once you embrace it, you'll see your life start to change in ways you've only dreamed about.