meh. Somewhere between D.H. Lawrence's [The Man Who Died] and Dan Brown's [The Da Vinci Code]. Yet another telling of the relationship between Mary Magdalene and Jesus. This one was a bit fraught for my taste. It does have the virtue that the author did her homework with the Gnostic gospels, but it goes it bit overboard at the end with the invocation of the Goddess. I probably would have been much more sympathetic had I read the book when it was published in 1984. It seems a bit tired to me now. ( )

I've never really worked out why Dan Brown bothered, when Roberts wrote this (and Lawrence wrote "The Man Who Died") so much earlier and so much better. ( )