I have the upmost respect for the man and everything he's accomplished in his life - hell, he got my Mormon parents to read and recommend his book even though he's a Baptist - but this isn't what I was expecting from this book. 90 minutes in heaven? More like ten pages about heaven, which is apparently extremely iridescent, and 195 pages about his recovery. Which, yeah, he went through hell to get to where he is now, no doubt about that. But it was repetitive, and redundant, and kept saying the same things over and over again but in slightly different ways. (See what I did there?) You could trim about 50 pages from this book and still have the exact same story. It also felt a little back-patty to me. Maybe I've gotten more cynical in my middle-age than I realized, but I didn't feel inspired by this book. More bored, actually.