I stumbled onto Ronna Russell’s blog several years ago and was immediately captivated. While I didn’t share in the adventure of being a preacher’s kid, there was much I could still relate to as a fellow Ex-Christian. Her stories have a raw honesty and openness that immediately draw you in. I joined a chorus of Ex-Christian bloggers to encourage her to write a book, and I know I’m not alone in being delighted to see it arrive.
That intimate vulnerable honesty grabs you quickly by the genitalia in the first chapter as she unfolds her story of sexual awakening with Vlad – a lover she met online. I immediately wondered to myself while reading – how many of us have yet to admit that we turned to Craigslist personals in the past for a physical connection? (raises hand)
Ronna lays herself bare in 17 chapters that are easy to read and hard to put down. It’s unusual but truly refreshing to have someone willingly be so vulnerable. Her memoir is jaw dropping, astonishing and bitter sweet. It’s heart breaking and triumphant. And more than anything, it’s worth your time and shekels to buy and read. I promise it will be a story you won’t forget.