I really enjoyed this book. The author's tone is authentic, conversational, and inquisitive. It's almost like a conversation with a trusted friend - the one who won't think you are crazy because you saw a ghost, or had a premonition in a dream, or sense the presence of angels.
The middle section of the book has a more academic feel - recounting cultural, mythical, intellectual, religious, and historical concepts about angels, fallen angels, and angelic hierarchies.
The author shares her own experiences - brushing up against the angelic, peering through the veil between the living and the dead, and encountering the mystical and sublime in the everyday. She shares the stories of others. And she offers no authoritative answers about any of it. Instead she continually asks questions, and allows these things to remain in a liminal space - ultimately unquantifiable, unknowable except through personal experience. She writes:
"To have one of these experiences is like standing on a hillside at night, in the midst of a thunderstorm. All around lies darkness and rolling black clouds; and suddenly the sky is torn open by a sheet of lightning and there exposed before you is the whole valley - trees, pastures, woods, streams, hills. The lightning ends. You are plunged again into darkness. But now you know what's there, and no one in the world can persuade you that you imagined what you saw. Let us say that a friend is standing with you on the hillside in the dark storm, back turned when the flash of lightning comes. 'Oh, wow,' you say, 'look at that!' But when he turns, the light is gone. Is he wrong to say there's nothing there? To him, the night is black. Both people operate on their individual perceptions of reality, and both are correct, for all we can do is trust our own experience."
Food for thought and nourishment for the soul. I'll definitely come back to this book again.