I happened to see this title on Goodreads and remembered the miserable hours I spent working as a salesclerk for a certain large bookseller during the time in which it was a bestseller. I would read it on lunch breaks and laugh at it.
Dawkins understands less about theology than Boethius did about evolutionary biology. It's an utter embarrassment that this was written not by a teenager but by a man in his seventh decade.
Probably tied with Fifty Shades of Grey for worst thing I've ever read.