Having lived in MormonPromisedland Utah for four and a half years, I cackled out loud -- loudly with a snort in the middle of the public library -- when I read the premise of this book. Woman moves to Utah and becomes an escort in the land of all that is prim and proper and Godly. This woman is on a search for herself, who she is, where she fits in in the world. I hope she finds what she's looking for, and soon. I'm 2/3 through, and the outlook is becoming more bleak with the passing of each page.
The author received a lot of praise for this, her debut novel. I'm impressed, especially by the detail with which she describes Salt Lake City, the state in general, and its many quirks and idiosyncracies. Goofy liquor laws, Samoans working at 7-11, missionaries, General Conference, Smith's grocery store, names like Moroni and Nephi. Maybe if you haven't lived it, you wouldn't appreciate it. But I do.
Overall, the book didn't go much of anywhere unexpected (if you read the book jacket synopsis, you pretty much get the tale and see where it's going), and the ending left me feeling a bit cheated -- I wanted more than the author gave me. The end seemed like little more than the wrap up of an after-school special.