When I first picked up this book I was very disappointed. I thought that Rob Bell had let fame go to his head, that he was trying to be uberhip. It appeared that he had spread a 12-page book over about 150 pages. The format was as simple as a child's picture book. I skimmed through it and thought it was an over-priced waste of paper. So I set the book aside.
Then, a couple days ago, I had an evening with no urgent priorities, so I sat down with the book and started going through it page by page. I found that the fact that Rob spread things out caused me to slow down and take time with the concepts, letting the words evoke thoughts, feelings, and memories from my own life. I began to read it experientially rather than intellectually. Of course my staunch Calvinist friends would immediately decry this approach as a total waste of time, but I found myself immersed in a time of serious reflection before God. As one who almost turned his back on his faith because of the pain of addiction, a brain tumor, cancer, unemployment, injustice, and death in my immediate world, this book touched me. In the book, Rob says that suffering makes us bitter or better. I've spent time on both paths. When I was on the former path I would have merely sneered at this book. Now I rejoice that God brought this reminder of His presence and His character into my life at this point. God can redeem our pain. The description of God in the book is perfectly apropos: "The God who wastes nothing."
Others may or may not find this book to be of value. From my perspective, it's a matter of expectations. It all depends on how you approach it. It is certainly very different from his previous books. The reason I give it four stars is because I believe the appeal of this book is very narrow. I suspect it might have been designed to be a catalyst for a meaningful spiritual experience, hence the unusual pace of delivery. When I approached it with an open, contemplative spirit, I found this this book to be a thoughtful, heartfelt gift from a sensitive writer. If I had insisted on another book with Rob's brand of theology, or even some sort of quasi-missional manifesto, it would have remained a mere overpriced, uberhip piece of crap.