I am really disappointed with this book. It is not a humorous memoir, or a book where you can discover what life is like for a woman who grew up as a Mennonite but left to go out into the wide world and then went home again, but rather a sarcastic and condescending description of holiday times the author spent with her family. Certain portions of the book are quite vulgar and tasteless, with discussions of various family members and in-laws' body parts and anatomy set forth in graphic detail. I can't imagine a family that sits around discussing their private body parts with other family members like that and I can't imagine a member of the family then going and writing a book for everybody else to read if they did. That just shows a lack of respect for others and their basic dignity. The author continuously tells the reader how very smart and educated she is and how that is why she is not religious, implying that those who are religious are neither smart nor educated. In spite of her extreme intelligence and educational attainments, however, she does not understand basic and fundamental tenets of Christianity or Catholicism against which she takes some cheap and unfounded shots, just because I guess, since she isn't a Catholic or a Christian. The whole book is just one person's sort of snarky, snobby critique of those, especially those in her family, who are just a little too tacky for her, or of those poor, stupid misguided religous people, who don't know any better, poor souls. All in all, the book is really disappointing, definitely not funny or enjoyable, but instead just sort of depressing. I don't recommend it.