Amusing, ridiculous and over the top in parts - a book that has a real pop at Professor Richard Dawkins and his ilk - who often come across as arrogant and self-important.

It's quite funny - not much of a storyline, but very amusing portrayal of a man who is generally right but doesn't have the communicaton skills to convince people otherwise.

Is it time to make fun out of the scientists/atheists promoting the new religion called "There is no God" - ups, only it is not a religion as religion is just a poppycock?

Well, why not? :) Although I would oppose that there ARE completely nice, good people of humanist thinking, who are not just snobby egoists, truly!
But this might be a topic for another book, not for the one that is written by satiric, ironic pen.

My problem lies within something else - I like my satira being a bit more witty and also a bit generous within the bits. While this one is funny, it is a bit silly at times and a bit opponent-deprecating.
On the plus side - it is a quick, funny read, with some food for thought included.

This fantastical but very amusing and entertaining novel is good fun and I enjoyed it a lot. Professor Richard Dawkins, our much admired/reviled militant atheist, is expected in the village of Upper Bottom (cue lots of very puerile bottom jokes) to give a talk to the local WI. Snow disrupts his plans and he’s forced to accept an offer of overnight accommodation from the local vicar. The narrative stumbles from one farcical misunderstanding to another and it’s all pretty silly, but if you accept it for what it is, it’s quite good fun. Dawkins is lampooned unmercifully – has he read it, I wonder? And there are a lot of in-jokes (a taxi driver called Dave and so on) but underneath the froth there’s some seriousness about fundamentalism and dogmatism, which stops it being too frivolous. Take it for what it is – some light-hearted satire – and enjoy.

For the first 90% of this comic novel, I thought it was a solid 3 stars. A rather obvious satire on Richard Dawkins’ heartless, belligerent atheism, yes (he sees nothing wrong with a “tiny little bit of infanticide” or cannibalism), but all in good fun. When a snowstorm strands Dawkins and his male secretary Smee at Upper Bottom and threatens to keep the professor from giving a much-anticipated lecture to the All Bottoms Women’s Institute, he finds other benevolent ways to spend his time: turning on the village Christmas lights at a special ceremony, delivering a litter of kittens, setting up an impromptu science advice clinic, and of course enlightening the many religious types he encounters about the superiority of humanism. But the last 10% pretty much ruined it for me...and that’s all I shall say about that, given the author’s plea for readers not to spoil the ending.