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An ex-member of Scientology's inner elite bolts—understandably, [if one is to] trust this undistinguished but still valuable memoir. If Charles Dickens had been a sci-fi author, he might have dreamed up something like Scientology and its weird workhouses.... [M]y life was Scientology," [Hill] writes. That life included absolute obedience to dictates that seem crafted to strip away any autonomy from the individual, if any individuality at all.... Hill scarcely saw her mother unless on "special Scientology/Sea Org occasions.... Hill's emotional turmoil is wrenchingly authentic, but [it] does not save the book.... Despite the uneven prose, readers with an interest in the psychology of religion, among other subjects, will find this rare insider's account to be of value—less so than Lawrence Wright's Going Clear (2013), but of value all the same
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