The Celestine Prophecy, by James Redfield, was the beginning of a series of books. Some are better than others.
I was not impressed with the writing style of the initial novel, The Celestine Prophecy. Even on the first reading, it seemed trite, dated and fairly tedious. More than once, I muttered, “Get to the point!”
The plot devices seemed contrived and, at times, even downright silly.
So, you’re probably wondering why I’m bothering to review this book at all. It’s more than ten years old, it’s written like something from the 1970s, and I didn’t enjoy much of it.
The answer is simple: The brief sections of the book that were good… they were (and still are) brilliant, timeless, and a breath of fresh air.
In my opinion, it’s worth struggling through the rest of the book just to get to the good parts.
Most of the “insights” were good but not great. However, by the time the story built up to the concluding insights, my attitude towards the book improved.
Since you can find a used copy of this book for under $1, and your public library probably has a copy, I recommend reading this book… if only as a foundation for the better books that followed it.
That said, I still remember the recognition I felt when Redfield described a garden in The Celestine Prophecy. He was talking about something I fully understood, and it was one of the first times anyone had represented that kind of experience with such clarity.
It’s okay to skim the boring parts. As long as you have a general understanding of what’s going on at each step in the story, the important, concluding sections will still make sense.
When you reach the part of the book that rings authentic, and if you’re like me, you’ll be glad you didn’t give up on the book altogether. The Celestine Prophecy’s delightful moments of brilliance, though few and far between, make the rest of the journey worthwhile.
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