No one leaves the words of this book without a change to the senses. The eyes behold a group of people held together by blood and circumstances. The ears hear the triumphant cry of battle against the social taboos of the day. One can taste the salty tears as they run down the face of a triumphant woman, mother, daughter, and matriarch. Hunger pangs from the gut change into longing for crumbs of communication with her family. It is hard to imagine that one will ever view a simple, elegant, spiritual glass of water in the same way again.