When I started this book I didn't think that I would like it that much, because the writing through the first chapter or two was very dry. Because it gets better through the book, I can't help but wonder if Lobdell forgot what it felt like his first few years as an evangelical but tried to force those emotions through anyway. It didn't really work. But as he writes about his near conversion to Catholicism and his disillusionment with the Church, the book is much more powerful. I liked how Lobdell, though he is now an atheist, doesn't put himself in the category with those who practice atheism like a religion. I think this book would be a comfort for anyone who has ever lost his faith.