At first I balked at the narrator’s account of things, as I sensed I was going to have to go down the road with one of those women who can’t resist a good looking but bad man and worse that tragedy would be used to jerk my reader’s chain. But I was wrong. The story is beautifully told and complicated in the way of real life and for all the tragedy there is so much life and renewal. In the end, I feel that in the narrator Violetye Toussaint I met someone who’s taught me so much about how to live.