I’m Perfect, You’re Doomed

What’s so funny about Jehovah’s Witnesses? Quite a lot, it turns out, in Kyria Abrahams’ hysterical memoir about growing up in the sect. As a child, she bought into the doctrine, but later realized that she was missing out —on birthday parties, fun…and sex. She finally gets the latter, but only after marrying a guy she’s just not that into. What could’ve been clichéd or maudlin is hilarious in her hands. Of dry humping, she writes, “I felt like I was vicariously receiving electroshock therapy.”