Flunking Sainthood is about the author's year of experimenting with various spiritual disciplines for a month each and the difficulties she encountered. Being sympathetic to the frustrations of practicing new spiritual disciplines, I was excited about the concept of this book and had high expectations. Unfortunately, the book did not live up to these expectations.
The book is well-written and mostly an enjoyable read. However, in so many cases the author took the discipline to a legalistic extreme (no tearing toilet paper on the Sabbath) and took the most ridiculous interpretation of whatever book she was reading related to the discipline. The author is at times whiny, profane, mildly amusing, and, occasionally, usually near the end of a chapter, she has a profound insight about the discipline and the Christian life.
I found the epilogue to be the most moving and profound part of the book. The author shows that the practice of the disciplines, even in the midst of the frustration and failure, is really transforming her. She really gets it.
In summary, I thought the concept for the book had huge potential, but did not live up to that potential. Honestly, if my expectations were not so high, I might have given it four stars instead of three. In the final analysis, I am glad I read the book.