What I found most significant about this book is how openly and warmly it describes the humanity and charity of Judaism, and what great literary and theological gifts Judaism has given to the whole world. It also quickly disproves that old, hideous chestnut about the Jews killing Jesus (the Romans did it, folks) - - and makes much of the fact that Jesus was a practicing Jew until the day he died (rem: the Last Supper was a Passover seder). Most non-Jewish publications and books that I read take pains to conceal or gloss over Jewish culture, and / or the Jewish identity of, say, the protagonist of a story. Usually, you have to pick through the prose until you come to a phrase like "______'s father was a Russian immigrant, who worked in the Garment District in New York," or some such nonsense. How refreshing to discover a book by a non-Jew that celebrates Jewish tradition.