Edward’s book, part memoir, part exposé, explores his years working as a psychic. He began his career at the Psychic Friends Network where he remained for close to ten years. He exposes the network as a fraud—old news to just about everyone. He then moves on to psychic fairs, call-in shows, and private parties. His own skills are more akin to those of a mentalist, able to pick up on clues and then offer seemingly “psychic” advice; for example, a woman without a wedding ring will likely be told she will find true love shortly. Next, he discusses his palm and tarot reading, again using more common sense than actual psychic ability. Overall his tone is condescending, bordering on nasty, e.g., women (most of his clients are woman) are depicted as shallow, vain, or even downright stupid. He tosses in redemptive tales meant to show he’s not a bad person, but they seem contrived.
VERDICT Recommended only for the true cynic who wants to confirm once and for all that psychics are con artists.
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