I first read this book in the springtime of my life. I remember being fascinated by it, slightly apprehensive, because the incredible clarity with which Mr. Monroe writes makes it hard to doubt the veracity of what he is discussing. I’d forgotten about the book for 40 years. I just reread it, now a grandmother in the autumn of my life, and I remain as impressed and startled by the contents of this book as I first did forty years ago. For anyone interested in the mysteries of this life, I highly recommend reading and contemplating the issues which this book raises. Is there a God? Where do we go when we die? Do we really die? If you take the book seriously, it will leave you unsettled, but isn’t that the beauty of the mystery of life?