3.0

3.5 stars.

It’s good storytelling, the epitome of personalizing the narrative: emotion-driven but reasonable, logical; it even has sociohistorical context to ground it. At its core, it describes the relationships listed in the subtitle — father, daughter, cult — but also the impact on those around them, on the main players themselves, and even to some extent the world at large. There’s insight into religious fanatacism and brainwashing; personal anecdotes of both faith and doubt; examinations of various human and literary influences on the narrator’s own development and beliefs.

None of the characters are extraordinary, though that’s not to say they’re not unlikable or unimportant. They’re very human, and through them the memoir comes to life.