Help My Unbelief: James Joyce and Religion Book

Honestly, this might be the worst book I've ever read. It's so unfocused and feels like a rough draft or someone's journal. Rita Mae Brown attempts to bore her reader's to death by going into such extreme detail about anything and everything you don't care about. As an animal lover myself, I was disappointed in how little of the book is about her pets or her connection to them. Instead the book spends way too much time describing fox hunting and how she is kind of a shitty pet owner in general. There are a few good stories and points made but it's lost in the jumble of disconnected thoughts. I wouldn't recommend this book to anyone ever.