I first read this book thinking that A.J. Jacobs was trying to see if he could find some sort of meaning in the Bible. But how he goes about "living biblically" is so ridiculous nobody could ever find meaning out of it, and I didn't really want to read about it. For example, to avoid "making idols" he refuses to make a ball shape out of play-doh for his son. At one point for a reason I cannot remember he waxes philosophical about being locked in his bathroom. They are both pointless exercises that allow little room for any sort of reflection. If it was really funny or something, that'd be okay. But Jacobs is not that good of a writer. This was a good idea -- I just wish someone else would have written it. There were some redeemable parts where he throws in some fun religious facts and interviews with snake charmers and amish people, but most of the interviews are empty and awkward. I thought of ten thousand questions I would want to ask a snake charmer (or whatever, you know what I mean, the people that drink Strychnine) but Jacobs didn't ask any of them. The book is more about him and how awesome he is. I don't think I agreed.