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aiight 's review for:
Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah
by Richard Bach
Reread after last reading it around age 14. Then, it was a very positive experience, a book seemingly full of humor and magical insight. This time was the complete opposite. It reads like new age hippie prosperity gospel. People suffer because they choose to suffer? People are hurt and die because they choose to allow themselves to be hurt and die? We all just need to choose to be happy and have wonderful lives and it will be so? What a bunch of guilt-assuaging nonsense. The author really sat down and cranked out a short story (printed with large font and huge margins to make it look more substantial) in which the actual messiah comes down to him personally and spouts a gospel that (gasp) just so happens to be everything the author believes. I might just put this book in the recycling.