An engrossing, frank, and hypnotically structured account of the author's years-long immersion, only half-willing, into Scientology, FLUNK.START is much more than an exposé. Much has been written elsewhere about the more sensational horrors of Scientology as a mind-bending, life-eating cult. Hall writes of her experiences with deep honesty and acknowledgment of the so-called Church's methods of seducing, entangling, and ultimately hijacking the minds of the susceptible. But even more compelling is her examination of what led her, as well as friends and lovers whom she portrays as intelligent, gifted, and principled, into its ever-deepening circles. This book is far from a screed; although she is clear (pardon the pun) about the negative, even evil aspects of Scientology, she also writes of its, for lack of a better word, charms: the beguiling structure, the engrossing study, especially the fervid examination of words. Hall's upbringing, in a family glittering with talent and intellectual achievement, her parents sophisticated, adventurous, and certain of their elevated tastes and attitudes, throws a shadow equal to its brilliance.That, along with a central tragedy involving a beloved older brother, contributes to an earnest, perilous kind of innocence in Hall that seems to set her up as an ideal if reluctant disciple of a "religion" she finds herself increasingly enmeshed within, even while tortured by doubt as well as grieved by the horrified reaction of her parents. As someone who has been bewildered by more than one dear friend's excursion into the murky depths of Scientology, I am deeply grateful to Hall for her balanced, brave memoir. Though vastly different in tone and subject, Flunk.Start. puts me in mind of Jeanette Walls' The Glass Castle, for its captivating, can't-put-this-book-down structure.