This is a very personal book, a 'coming out' from dependence on, and perhaps orthodox relationship with, the institutional church. Clitherow writes movingly of discovering himself and a new reality of God through contemplative prayer, and a love that transcends his anger and the problem of suffering in the world. To get there, though, he revives a heterodox understanding of the fall, so that creation is made both good and bad from the beginning, and tends towards a Gnostic path of escape led by the free spirit within him. A book that explores the edges of faith and both challenging and perhaps worrying because of it.