shadows of echoes of memories of songs

So would reading Five People You Meet In Heaven be worth the time? (I imagine the QI Bookshop introducing a class for 'celery books' the act of reading which which whom uses up more intellectual calories than it provides.)

Or would its simple message be merely a foil for my modish pessimism, its artless warmth inaccessible to a petrified heart undeserving of the trust and positivity I mock? (Have I answered my own question?)