Not sure I can type this with my eyes rolling the way they are…

New York Times Number One for 18 weeks in a row in paperback NONFICTION:

HEAVEN IS FOR REAL, by Todd Burpo with Lynn Vincent. (Thomas Nelson, $16.99.) A boy’s encounter with Jesus and the angels.

Seriously? Check this out.

Written by an evangelical minister father after his not-quite-4-year-old started telling the story of what he “saw” after he died for a few minutes.

This is the part that cracks me up:

When the Burpos questioned him, he asked his mother, “You had a baby die in your tummy, didn’t you?” While his wife had suffered a miscarriage years before, Mr. Burpo said, they had not told Colton about it. “There’s just no way he could have known,” Mr. Burpo said.
And the Burpos said that Colton painstakingly described images that he said he saw in heaven — like the bloody wounds on Jesus’ palms — that he had not been shown before.

The kid is four and not deaf, dumb or blind, right? Then it’s perfectly plausible he’d seen and understood bloody Jesus pictures especially since his father is an evangelical minister. Just because they’d never sat him down specifically to teach him their doctrine, that doesn’t mean a reasonably intelligent child wouldn’t pick up on it. The same thing about the miscarriage. My four-year-old granddaughter makes comments all the time about stuff people have discussed over her head. There’s a reason for the idiom “little pitchers have big ears.”

My actual question is how can the New York Times categorize a book as nonfiction when written by a third party based on the story from a small child and recalling heavenly people?

Seriously? And 18 weeks at number 1? What is wrong with people? Oh no, its not about the money.

Right.