A dark delve into the female psyche, dealing with the interdependencies of men and women and how women feel when betrayed. Deep, dark, soulful and very truthful.
I don't like to remember the madwoman. She shamed me. For a long time, I was reluctant to look at what she had written in a black-and-white notebook during her stay on the ward.. I knew what was scrawled on the outside in handwriting that looked nothing like mine, Brain Shards, but I wouldn't open it. I was afraid of her you see. When my girl came to visit, Daisy hid her unease.