This memoir was so uniquely its own and unlike anything I have ever read. The imagination about the life she may have lived is so poignant and, although speculation, was so much a part of her life that it deserves a place in the forefront of her memoir. The only book that this even mildly reminded me of is Maxine Hong Kingston's The Warrior Woman where the author weaves in the storytelling and fantasy world that was so pivotal to her coming of age. Both books give legitimacy to our inner worlds and imaginations as being fundamental to our identities.