Perhaps I've read the wrong Tom Perrotta book. I was expecting a biting satire about a sex-ed teacher trying to do her job in a suburban town being steadily overrun by a Promise Keepers/Vineyard-style church. But this book is pretty toothless. Perrotta provides so much balance for Tim, the ex-rocker recovering addict who found Christ and is trying to do right by his daughter, that he leaves the teacher to twist in the gales of her own neuroses. The whole story just felt very familiar -- religious hypocrites, middle-aged divorcees, fighting over "what's best for the children," etc. It's not a bad read, but there are no new insights here and hardly any juicy confrontations, even.