This book is frustrating - as I suppose is Richard Holloway himself. There is patches of lucidity and passion and observations and lines of argument that are sound. But there are some extraordinary sweeping statements and judgements. Illustrations from novels and cinema are used to 'make the point', while Scripture is pushed aside. The chapter on anger is pre-occupied by a reaction against God's anger and leads him to sever salvation (ie justification) entirely from sanctification. The sex chapter is primarily about homosexuality and rests on the assumptions that all sexual behaviour is on a spectrum - all shades of gray. The Doubt chapter is undermined by the author's later path into Cupittlike non-theism. The death chapter implies a belief in resurrection but skirts around sketching what our hope might be.