Dilly's story was both hilarious and sad. I felt so frustrated for her as she kept on trying to escape the stifling confines of her family. This novel was so real to me I kept forgetting it was fiction!
My father was a very religious man. He prayed five times a day, and every evening he'd line all the kids up in the back room and make us read verses from the Koran. Recitals would go on for hours and, by the time I got to bed, Arabic words would be spinning round in my head like clothes in a tumble dryer. And when I went to sleep I'd dream that the alphabet was chasing me down the street.