I had time, credits, and the motivation to pursue this phenomenally successful book. Unfortunately, the result was that I was simply bored. Bored by the author as the reader, and bored by the trite pseudo psycho/philosophical/metaphysical tripe that was offered. I felt as if it were 2 a.m. and I was suffering through a real estate based get-rich-quick infomercial. I was asked to launch into an ill-conceived new worldview on the basis of faith in the author. But nothing about him engendered faith in his "I had a miracle so I hold the answers to the eternal questions that no one else alive has ever been able to figure out" routine. The author struck me as a sort of Brigham Young without tablets. I felt rather sad actually, I had hoped that there was more to benefit from such a successful literary endeavour. Oh well, I'll keep looking.
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