Ugh. I can’t take it anymore. I am officially calling a halt to the reading of 2012: The Return of Quetzalcoatl. There have been exceedingly few books that I have not finished upon starting them. I always feel some kind of irrational obligation to the author to hear them out even if I am not enjoying the book as much as I would like to. Early on in reading this book I drew a couple of gems of insight for myself (as described in previous posts). But what began as a promising and mind-expanding romp through modern unexplained phenomena, has become a dull and tiresome exercise in patience and self-discipline. I have better things to do with my time. Needless to say, this book will not be going on my list of recommended reading.
On to Me to We: Finding Meaning in a Material World. That book has received universally good reviews.