

As far as memoirs go, this is an intriguing one, with a premise engaging enough to entice even a die-hard atheist like myself (which I guess is the exact opposite of Louisa’ s die-hard woo-woo). I won’t share my opinion on the authenticity or credibility of Louisa’s claim to a degree of transcendence since a bad recreational-drug experience, for the primary reasons that a) it’s just rude to do so, and b) I have no right to, as a book reviewer. Whatever her experience is, she believe...
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