Title: 6,000,000 copies sold! And it's still crap!
Product review: "The Celestine Prophecy" is so poorly written, I would have been embarassed to be identified as the author. If Redfield's ideas are so vital, original, and important, why couldn't he at least have hired a ghostwriter to come in and clean up his abysmal mess of a manuscript? The ideas themselves are a salad-bar mishmash of various New-Age and pseudo-Eastern sputterings, all of which I've seen before. My six-year-old niece has made finger puppets out of construction paper that have more depth of character than Redfield's stick-figures. It's simply horrid. "New-Age Half-Baked Rampantly-Eclectic Spirituality for Dummies", it should be called--or, better yet, "Watery Gruel for the Soul"!
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