It's easy to see why born again new agey Christians raised in the 60's and 70's would fall hard for the hippy-dippy messianic allegory that makes up this book. My low rating is not because it isn't written well, it's not horrible, but it's more that it represents a false metaphor. Jonathan, the anthropomorphic seagull, is nothing like the biblical Jesus. Jonathan Livingston Seagull is shunned by the idiot mob for daring to think outside the box. Christians like to think of Jesus as thinking outside the box too, which he reportedly did, but not in the same spirit as what Jonathan does in this book. As with all cults and religious fanaticism, the proof is never in the pudding. Jonathan figures out how to fly really fast and then eventually how to teleport himself within the space time continuum. The metaphor breaks down because Christianity requires faith. Jonathan's skills requires will, practice, and learning. Very different from faith. If the pastor down the street, or any religious guru or leader, wants to pop in at my house and explain how, I too, can teleport around the universe, than by all means, pop in right now. I would love to see a demonstration. Somehow I don't think that's going to happen any time soon though. Once your "miracle" becomes testable, repeatable, and measurable, it no longer exists as a "miracle", it has become science. And science is the antithesis of faith. I feel like Richard Bach wants Jonathan Seagull to be a avatar for faith but it just doesn't work. If you want to just see this book as just an uplifting story about the triumph of will that's fine too, but the messianic symbolism is a little too strong for me to stomach as such.