It was funny to read this twenty-something memoir about a religious woman in NYC immediately after reading a twenty-something memoir about a stripper in the Midwest. Baker comes off naive, not so much for her religious beliefs but because her idea of adventure is lying to a campus recruiter about her major in order to get a free highlighter. It's kind of fascinating to see what kinds of things college age nondrinking sex abstainers do to amuse themselves (banana flavored foods party!!!).
While it's a quick and somewhat enjoyable read, I didn't come to the end of it thinking all that highly of the author. She doesn't mature much over the course of the book (ages 21-27, more or less?). She's grateful for her gifts, but still a little shallow it seems to me. That's not to take away from how impressive it is to write a decent memoir, especially at such a young age. As with Candy Girl, I appreciated getting a glimpse into a foreign world.