This is my first Paulo Coelho, and perhaps it's not his best. It's a little too heavy-handed with the mother-goddess storyline, and never quite reconciles the witchy characters' apparent divinity with their human failings--they are arrogant and irritating, and we don't ever really get to see why the other characters fall so hard for them. It somehow appears to borrow the magical gypsy characters from The Historian and a plot twist worthy of M. NIght Shyamalan.
That said, I blew through this book. It had a good pace and good enough storytelling to keep me engaged. Besides, I'd love to think that dancing out of rhythm opens up the path to divinity. I do it all the time.