This was an extremely fascinating read. Romriell is an excellent writer, with a very contemplative, poetic voice, and an excellent instinct - or perhaps skill - for crafting compelling memoirs. Or at least, it seemed that way to me; I don't read memoirs very often.
His story in particular resonates deeply with me though, in a lot of ways. I also grew up Mormon, and it was incredibly cathartic to see just how similarly he was affected by that environment. Not only to see how that upbringing toned the rest of his life, but even everything beyond it. My experience is, obviously, vastly different from his. But the way he tells his story feels so familiar. He captures that sense of uncertainty that everyone feels, I think. That fear of the unknown, of the self. Very heavy on the metaphor, and pretty heavy overall. But in my opinion it works well.
What stuck out to me above all, though, is his commentary on shame. Above all, my own upbringing in the Mormon church instilled the deepest, darkest sense of shame and self-hatred. It's comforting to know that I'm not alone in that and, more importantly, that there is more to life than that. I appreciate that Romriell didn't falsify anything. Didn't promise any happy ending through his story. Just... acceptance. The ability to move past that shame. Gradually. Carefully, and meaningfully, even if not quickly.
Well worth my time. 10/10 highly recommend.