What a load of absolute bollocks.
I could not have hated this more if I'd tried. And I must hasten to add that I am not trashing this book because of its subject matter. I do believe in angels, as well as personal guardian angels (for that matter, I have reason to believe I have actually seen mine before - twice - although they were not the same being on both occasions). I just find this guy's outlook on them, and his approach to "utilising" them, ridiculous and actually quite disgraceful.
I'm sure all atheists have that particular Christian in mind who prays for every little trivial thing in their life, as if God (or, if we're talking about Catholics, saints and angels too) work for a supernatural service hotline where you can just ring them up and make them alter reality, simply because it isn't being quite as perfect as you'd like it to be. Believe me, also among Christians themselves, there are many of these fellow-travellers that make us cringe and think: Dude, calm down, why don't you? You're making us look even worse than they already think we are.
Yet this guy goes about a thousand steps further, not praying to angels as mediators between us and God, entities that can (at least maybe) assist us in our daily lives if God wills it. This guy seems to think God is hardly even relevant and just pots around in the background, and that the universe is teaming with billions of guardian angels working around the clock - evidently, some a little harder than others, since we're not all getting our favourite seat in the cinema, or getting our McDonalds apple pies before having to spend ten minutes parked in the waiting bay, drumming our fingers and wondering out loud "what the fuck is going on?"
And even if, for the sake of argument, our guardian angels are basically our invisible sidekicks, wingmen or ever-present bodyguards, not only saving us from untimely deaths before it is "our time", but also helping us make a killing at the pokies (like all others mentioned here: an actual, earnest example from the book), or have something we ordered arrive precisely on time - what right does this asshole, or any of us, have to demand such perfect happiness and satisfaction in every single aspect of our lives? You want to use the public bathroom, but there's a line of people? Well then, to quote Larry David: "You wait. You WAIT".
But then, putting aside the theological travesty that is this man's perception of divine beings, the book is absolutely awful content-wise as well. You could almost - I stress almost - enjoy this rubbish for the sheer, absurd lunacy of it all. But then, you can't here because this book is infuriatingly shallow, repetitive and condescending as all hell.
I kid you not, this book from start to finish is literally just a range of hypothetical situations - applying for a job, losing your keys, deciding to become sexually active, going to the shitter - followed by Moore's banal philosophising about how we all have to do this or that or whatever (more often than not, accompanied with his name-dropping real-life friends of his we know nothing about and care for even less, or mentioning how fucking rich and well-travelled he is ... Mr Purchase Expensive Suits in Switzerland While Attending A Prestigious Film Festival in Austria; just start a goddamned Instagram account already).
Then, he just tells you exactly what to say - not pray for, but straight-up request at the invisible bar of helpful angels - which is always: "I request a most benevolent outcome for myself as I do (insert here), and may it be more beneficial than I could possibly hope for or imagine".
This is a terrible book, written by a nutter who is truly off with the fairies. I do not think my guardian angel would be offended by this review. If anything, they'd have found it offensive if I'd not hated the book.