Poor old Peggy's being pulled in all directions, as she seeks to track down religious connections, can't decide the one to follow, finds they're all obscenely hollow, rejects the dogma of blind faith, and its projections; plus she's getting to the age of transformation, as hormones overwhelm with such causation, close friends seek to learn, compete, in a race to be complete, that captures all the joys, of menstruation; but at least she's on the path where she can quash, all those years of trauma, torture and brainwash, start to learn and not be told, how the world evolves, unfolds, form opinions that aren't founded in, hogwash.
Review of Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret.
