This is a neat little book that I read almost in one day. I found a lot of myself in it. Some of you may think that this statement is odd. After all, it’s about a British girl growing up in a small town under a severely religious, perhaps deranged family, to find out that she is a lesbian.

Well, I’m not British, or lesbian, but I did grow up in a small town, had almost delusional parents, and my whole life was extremely religious. I was raised with a strict sense of right and wrong, and a very narrow view of the world. God was very real to me. Later developments in my life caused me to doubt God, or at least the God I had known. I no longer believe that the world is so simple. There is a lot of gray, not so much black and white.

In the end, the main character returns to her home town and even to the home she grew up in. Her mother has changed, amazingly, not in her religious beliefs, but in her personal hang-ups. At the same time, Jeanette, the main character, has not really changed at all. She wants to believe, and she wants to love women. She has yet to find a way to have both together.

This is a neat experimental story. It’s a good story about growing up religious but being different. This book is for all who grew up in a small town and didn’t fit in, and for those who want to know what it’s like.