One minute I am Alice, her guilt & grief, injustice and justice. Then I am Howard, his stupor, his numbness, his choices, his little sin, the tits of the cows. I am Emma's tantrum and Claire's innocence. I am friendship -- not strong enough to survive. This book takes you on a journey none of us should ever be pushed into. It is dirty and downright mean, yet there is such glimmers of hope. Jane Hamilton -- I would love to see a map of her brain, her process.