I haven’t tallied up the exact number of verses, but let’s just say it was about half the Bible, give or take a few minor prophets. Never would such an audacious feat of reading be attempted in any tailored-for-children program, whether of the liturgical babysitting kind or the paint-and-play-dough variety.
And yet my son – six years old! – a boy! – he liked it. No, that is putting things still too mildly. He had a blast.