Sorry if this review is all over the place. I stayed up late to finish this book because I knew if I didn't, I would never pick it back up.
Went into this book fully hoping to love it, but that was obviously not the result. This book suffers from the same issue most diary-style books do: no one writes in their daily journal like this. Direct quotes that span entire conversations, long tangents about the world they live in and the people they know and how they know them and their entire history and their family, history lessons on the origin of different drugs, etc etc. The result is something too in-depth to be believable as a journal entry and too rudimentary to be an enjoyable reading experience.
While I expected this to be an exploration of religion, it read nearly identically to any christian novel you can pick up today. That is to say: preachy, repetitive, and boring. The plot described on the back doesn't even start until nearly halfway through the book, so up until that point you're reading and waiting reading and waiting. It was maddening. I love slow burn books, but this was just slow. 
I have many other specific issues with the book (how it handles child abuse which is to say not at all, the over-abundance of rape as a backdrop to the world for no reason other than to make it seem edgy and gritty), but I really don't think this books is worth the energy