![]() Somehow she made me care to know how things played out, even when I cared nothing about what she was telling me. What perplexes me still is that fact that I wasn’t truly enjoying the book but I couldn’t seem to set it aside. The story would have been better served with less religious ritual detail and more social commentary, less education and more autobiography. It’s one thing to inform a non-Jewish reader, but quite another to drone on ad nauseum. Had Traig chosen to tell her story without such depth of explication regarding Jewish ritual I would have enjoyed it much better. But the author’s particular type of OCD is a religious compulsion and her heritage is Jewish, so the stories (and compulsions) are endless. The writing is good, the story intriguing. If only the book had held up to that reputation. And the fact that the author wrote with a clear view of her past and much humor made it all the more fascinating. ![]() I was intrigued when I first heard of it a few years ago, very interested to read a true life story about the struggles with OCD. I’m not sure how I feel about this book, even still. ![]()
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