The blurb and commonplaces

If Coelho had let shine through some vague and distant hopes in his "manual" of the "warrior" of the "light", it provides in this book a rather pitiful remnant of his previous "lessons". Yes, there is indeed something to sit and cry.
After the prophecies of the "warrior of light" the "philosophical quest" falls into a culture medium species which float pell-mell remains of his "personal philosophy" and Judeo-Christian morality hints.

What the author tries to tell us exactly? A return to our own collective distress, individual disarray of our pitiful time through the spectacle of his two creatures, hit by fate and united in a mutual misunderstanding species? A rise underscores the inability of homo occidentalis 90s (and today) to "communicate" through the dialogue of the deaf that dominates the relationship between the characters? Perhaps we demonstrate that the search for an ideal is vain, and that we must make in the old stones of the holy places of Christianity to find "salvation"? Understand who want to blur the meaning of what informs and outdated concepts dotting annealed adages like so many mile markers "philosophy" dying, very "fin de siècle", including Mr Coelho seems to be a spokesperson. Ugh!
What I have chosen for my part of this book is a hodgepodge, but insidious confused, ideas recovery, second hand proverbs that give here, as elsewhere, a sense of déjà vu, one side "trend." We must "seek individual happiness", "assume its lived", "seize the opportunity that life offers us," the author reminds us, in this regard, that "magic moments will arise only once and will then be lost forever "and that, of course (It chews the theological discourse, it mounts his pulpit)," suicide is a mistake which will not bring any deliverance. " A rather perverse way to the poor person in distress to the wall.
What generosity, M.Coelho, what magnanimity, really!
No width of view, no originality in this book. Nothing that gives backgrounds or perspectives. Many ressassages. What flee any legs.