This is the book I prescribe more than some other — I can scarcely clutch a duplicate of it since I am continually giving it away to any individual who I think needs something that will pass the highest point of their skull over. On one level, it is the connecting with, unpleasant, and remarkable story of a group of deliberately outlined carnival monstrosities, as told by the hunchback pale skinned person overshadow sister. On another level, it is an anecdote about character and having a place: How would you characterize yourself as far as your family? Your way of life? Your body? Your religion? How would you know what or who you truly are?
