Every once in a while, I come across a book that is so gripping that I can’t put it down. For some reason, I find it interesting to read memoirs about those who become disillusioned with a religion (or cult) and leave. Time and time again, these brave individuals leave their safely cloistered communities and adventure into the harsh light of the real world.
When I was in high school, I became fascinated by Betty Mahmoody's autobiographical work Not Without My Daughter. In reading that particular book until it literally fell apart, I found a strength in the author that I admired exceedingly.
The motherly and domestically minded Meg Hobart has it all: the big house, the BMW, a strapping but handsome husband with a high-powered job, three beautiful children, and time to dedicate to whatever pleases her.