I first read this book in 1990 and I have been taken with it ever since. While I did not fully understand all of the subtle nuances when I was a teen, I loved the story and the brutal feelings of alone-ness that Edna was feeling.

She was a woman born in the wrong time and place. A woman forced almost to live a life that wasn't her own.

How many of us have felt that way at one time or another?

My heart broke for her then and it breaks for her now. As an adult, the despair and the helplessness is even more pronounced for me. Edna touched my heart over 20 years ago and she has never gone away. I think of her often. And sometimes, I think she is me.