This starts as a 3-star book, then becomes a fascinating 5-star read about a nun's sexual awakening and marriage to a priest, until a weak final section leaves a lot of unanswered questions and a disappointed reader.
It's certainly a unique story that is at times told well and worth reading, but the author sometimes interrupts her chronological timeline, skips large chunks of years, and then underwrites the big reveal in the middle.
She does pull back the secret dealings of Catholic Bishops, priests, nuns, and the politics of a cloister. After reading this I'm unsure how anyone could remain an active member of Catholicism because leaders look the other way when they hypocritically sin and have tacit endorsement of priestly sexual affairs. None of it makes the Catholic church look good but the author oddly continues in the faith after she condemns Catholic leaders for falsehoods, inconsistencies and hypocrisy. If she was so angry at the church, finding that she couldn't agree with some of its basic dogmas, then why did she continue to be an active daily mass Catholic long after she gave up her vocation?
The book needs some good editing when it three times becomes a type of travelogue through Italy with a lot of unnecessary details of what they ate and where they stayed. She also never explains how that this priest and nun that had committed to "poverty" were able to afford months traveling Europe and staying in nice lodgings.
Then Bissel's confusing final fifty pages include tossing in that her priest/husband was once a Mussolini youth soldier, long sections on two major deaths, and then a quick addition about her adult daughter being killed. It's all handled extremely unemotionally.
Meanwhile, she finds time to mock Richard Nixon for his "dishonesty and trickery" that she calls "abuse of power." This is from the woman who spent years hiding her love affair with a priest, deceived others in order to sneak off with the guy, repeatedly sinned against her parents and convent leader, and lied to her own husband about his cancer diagnosis. She, not Richard Nixon or the Catholic hierarchy, is the main offender in this story. And while there's a bit of remorse, for the most part the longer their illicit affair went on the less apologetic she becomes.
The final two pages are so bizarre, jumping ahead 20 years to mention her daughter's murder in Minneapolis with no details or context. What happened to the rest of Beryl Bissell's story? What did she learn beyond the convent turning her into a crabby, illogical, unstable woman living in modern society? It's too bad because there are some fascinating sections and profound moments. But if she sensed the scent of God there's not much aroma of it here.