I read this book twice already, once after I had discovered it in a bin by itself at a Seminary bookstore, and once again, later after I had to order it from a secular bookstore to obtain it. This is one of the greatest books about the quality, attitudes, and manifestation of human love I've seen. Not necessarily a physical, erotic type of love, but more of an agape, or unrequited love. Is this not what true love should be, what it should stand as, and accomplish in, to and for "the other?"
The author devotes some of the main segments of the work to his interpretation of the famous 13th Chapter of St. Paul's First Letter to the Corinthians, and delves into it most diligently. I don't know how any sane person, after reading "Works of Love," could brand Kierkegaard as a non-Christian, and deliberately write him off as not being an "accepted" philosopher. I couldn't.