I borrowed a copy of "Jehovah's Witnesses; Portrait of a Contemporary Religious Movement" from the library and my never-wuz-a-dubbie boyfriend saw it. He looked a little pissed off and said to me "you've wasted 40+ years of your life with this stuff, i don't see why you have to waste even more time with this; but if you do, it's your choice."
I guess you have to have been there. . . They were all out of Crisis of Conscience.
I think my boyfriend thinks i'm acting like some sort of recovering addict or something.