This memoir reflects on the author's upbringing in the Mormon Church before being sent to live in a strong Mormon filled town in Utah, stronghold of Mormons, to endure some bizarre type of bootleg conversion "therapy" at the hands of two cruel and unqualified individuals. Nobody in this house was willing to help her. Nobody in this church was willing to help her. Nobody in this town was willing to help her...until she accidently found one. (Which I am so glad she did.) This girl's parents can heck all the way off. To be so indoctrinated (mother) and so passive (father) to PAY MONEY to have some strangers from your cult abuse your child is insane. I would have NEVER spoken to these people again unless it was through a lawyer and probably not even then. I would have seen every single one of these people who did nothing in court. I suppose the author is a better person than me, but that's just the way the cookie crumbles. The book was infuriating for so many reasons, so if you plan to read this, prepare to be enraged.