I encountered Creation Memos while living at an Episcopal priest's house one summer - my best friend and I laughed until we cried while reading it. The book is a lighthearted look at the memos from God and his staff to the contractors charged with building the world. From unfortunate typos (the several thousand mile long "Russian Urinals" - instead of Urals - and the delivery of "breasts that creepeth") to the contractor believing that God is about the let "Al Hell" loose, each page rings true to anyone who has hired a contractor or built a house. The book is a delight.