Malachi Martin (1921–1999)

To be fair, I had to stop about halfway through this book. I simply couldn't read it anymore. It had come highly recommended, and I understand why (the subject matter), but the author's hamfisted narrative style, along with the insanely judgemental attitude (unless you are straight, god-fearing, and do nothing but missionary sex, then praise Jesus afterward, you are a ripe candidate for possession by the devil), I couldn't hack the endless pages of history of how each person fell slowly under the spell of Satan and how the man that ultimately exorcised the possessed was a flawed but righteous man that overcame his past.

Nope. I tried. Simply couldn't.

You could say I didn't have enough faith.

You could say the debbil made me do it.

Or you could say it's just a crappily written book.… (plus d'informations)