This is the worst book I’ve ever read. I went into it hopeful to get a new perspective on the subject or at least be introduced to one and instead got a mess. The chapters jump around way too much and it feels like it was written by a fifth grader trying to be artsy. Describing the top of a playhouse as a crayon is one of the many examples of Perry trying and failing at being deep and interesting. The hot take in this book isn’t that she’s straight now, it’s that God called her to not act on it. The delusion is actually insane and this is coming from someone who believes in God. I can’t believe this is something that people actually enjoyed.