I had pretty high expectations for this book– I’d been hearing some pretty stellar advanced reviews for the book and was completely mesmerized by the description. The writing was absolutely phenomenal– the way that Cline taps into the psychological manipulation of cult behavior and living as an adult after such trauma was breathtaking and realistic. Major props! That being said, the story in and of itself simply wasn’t for me. It made me squirm– there’s something about the lack of acknowledgement of the sexual and psychological abuse that this girl endured that made my heart hurt. It took me a while to get through the book for that reason. The storyline in and of itself was intriguing, but the fact that this abuse was just left there and not acknowledged was painful as a reader. It may be better suited for other types of readers– but not my cup of tea. I do, however, have major envy for this writing! Beautiful!