Charlie Asher is an everyman's man. He's quirky, genuine and full of fear about life. Now, he's got a new job; stop worrying about life and get out his cloak and scythe. He's Death with a capital D now. If you've never read a Christopher Moore book, you're in for a treat, and if you have, this is the peak of Chris' writing. It conjures up such sincere and relatable feelings in its protagonist that you can't help but say to yourself over and over, "I feel ya, man." It has more laughs than I've experienced in a novel, and the supporting characters are no less fleshed out than Charlie. It's a joy to open up the book and meet these characters on every page. At its core, however, this book is about death. It's an unavoidable thing in this world, but Chris handles it with such a witty and interesting view that you never get down about it. On the contrary, I walked away from this novel with a little better grasp on how I observed death and the cycle of life, albeit a little different cycle than Charlie deals with... You'll see what I'm talking about.
Charlie Asher, a neurotic and anxious hypochondriac who hates change, gets more than he had bargained for when his wife dies of a freak medical condition on the day his new daughter, Sophie, is born, as he is confronted by the challenges of being a widower, a single parent, and the focus of a strange and deadly series of bizarre occurrences. Reprint.