What I personally adored about this book was the naive yet in-depth analytic paint-brush Palmoa used to depict humanity. She understands so much but has seen so little, therefore her perceptions, while provoking, are short-sighted. Renee, on the other hand, has spent her life hiding who she is, a reaction of fear caused by a tragic event from her youth. Both the old woman and the young girl are viewing life through dirty spectacles. So much of Renee's narration struck deep chords in my soul. I didn't feel like I had much in common with Renee as much as I felt she could describe parts of me that I could never put to words before.
The only thing I didn't like was the fact that Blade Runner was one of Renee's favorite movies. This is more funny than anything, since I only saw the movie a few months ago. My husband and I both thought it really creepy and disorienting, and so I didn't understand at all when Renee said her life was like a Ridley Scott movie. The reference was odd more than anything.