The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore: Book Review

I can’t even really say what this is about without giving anything away. Let’s just say that the stupidest angel’s mission to create a Christmas miracle goes horribly, hilariously awry in ways that only Christopher Moore could write about.

This wasn’t quite as funny as I expected it to be, but I think since reading A Dirty Job as my first Moore novel, my expectations for the rest have been unrealistically high. I still laughed all through the book though, and drove my husband crazy reading him funny quotes from the book that probably in all honesty made no sense out of context. The hubby’s a good sport though, and laughed along with me.

Here’s a sampling that will hopefully make sense without giving anything away.

“Dressed in their red suits and fake beards, [the Salvation Army Santas] rang their bells like they were going for dog-spit gold at the Pavlov Olympics.”

“[A black lab] was crowding Gabe in the doorway, his beefy tail beating against the open door like a Snausage war drum.”

“‘Merry Christmas, you doomed sons a’ bitches!’ said Santa.”

I wouldn’t be surprised if Moore has spent his entire life waiting to write the book that goes with that last quote. It’s just too funny!

If you’re feeling a little overly-sugar-and-spiced, pick this book up for a nice change of pace. Just don’t buy it for your grandmother. Christopher Moore warns you against that himself.

Have you read any of Moore’s work? What did you think?