Talk about a dysfunctional family. Now THIS book is about a dysfunctional family, as compared to the ones that were chosen for the BOB.
The Patron Saint of Butterflies was a really good book. Of particular note was the Catholic-esque flavor of this particular cult. I have not read a cult book in which the cult was quasi-Catholic. It made me cringe at how smart/awful/manipulative it was of the cult leader to hold up saints as ideals. I can totally see how wanting to be like a saint (unless one digs deeper into their lives and discovers how they doubted and had failings, too) can keep people on the straight and narrow and obedient.
I loved the grandma, of course. And her description of a Big Mac, too!
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