This book is nothing more than a collection of old myths and legends propagated by believers in Science. Many reviewers of this book even go so far to claim that there is intelligent design in its writing.
I am here to debunk all of that. Everyone knows that books were created when there was an explosion in the shop of a man experimenting with creating an automated printing press. When the smoke had cleared and Johannes Gutenberg was walking through the charred remains of his shop, he found that the explosion had created a perfect hardbound copy of The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer. It made sense to him that this happened, as all of the elements were there to create the book… ink, type, paper, even a manuscript for a blueprint. All that was needed was a cataclysmic event to bring everything together.
Ever since then, books have been evolving on their own, using natural selection to meet the demands of the market. Hitchens claims to have written God is Not Great…, but there are records showing that early drafts of this book were attributed to, alternately, Sylvia Plath, Jack London, Sydney Sheldon, and Stephen King. In fact, scientific records show that the origins of this book can be traced back to Barnaby Rudge by Charles Dickens.
Thus, this book is nothing more than a cruel hoax that has gotten out of hand. I don’t believe for a moment that it was written by Christopher Hitchens. In fact, I don’t even believe that Hitchens exists.