If you're looking for a book of platitudes, look no further. Nearly every sentence in this book is lifted from some pop-psychologist/self-help guru. I'm surprised Deepak Chopra and the estate of Carlos Casteneda haven't sued. I give the author a bit of credit because this was in translation, but even that can't make it an enjoyable book. All of the characters were flat, and the plot seemed as confused and jumbled as Wicca, itself. (How convenient that the Wiccan teacher was named "Wicca." Give me a break.)
Coelho should be writing non-fiction, not spouting off bromidic statements like he's a fountain of wisdom. He obviously has a point to make and illustrating it for over 250 pages using a story as trite and flat as a Sunday preacher's anecdote is an insult to a real reader.
The Tradition of the Sun and the Tradition of the Moon weren't adequately explained; Brida's motivations weren't, either. The Magus was merely a figurehead and Wicca's one quality was annoyingness. I have no idea what attracted Lorens to Brida and vice-versa. I wish Coelho would think things through before writing. Or just stop. Yeah, just stop.
Coelho should be writing non-fiction, not spouting off bromidic statements like he's a fountain of wisdom. He obviously has a point to make and illustrating it for over 250 pages using a story as trite and flat as a Sunday preacher's anecdote is an insult to a real reader.
The Tradition of the Sun and the Tradition of the Moon weren't adequately explained; Brida's motivations weren't, either. The Magus was merely a figurehead and Wicca's one quality was annoyingness. I have no idea what attracted Lorens to Brida and vice-versa. I wish Coelho would think things through before writing. Or just stop. Yeah, just stop.
