There are no happy endings here but it is by turns hilarious and unsettling. As the narrator's relationship with this stubborn old woman developed I laughed and cried with them.
This book is written not for God, who knows the secrets of my heart, nor for the shades of the all-seeing dead who witness both my waking life and my dreams. I write for other people. Thus far I have lived my life with courage, and I hope to die that way, bravely and without lies. But for that to be, I must speak out. I killed Emerence. The fact that I was trying to save her rather than destroy her changes nothing.