I don’t want to be accused of ignoring the artistry in Emezi’s writing. Each of their words seemed to be intentional, beautiful in the way one pushed on the next. However, I could not take the godly possession at face value; instead, it was too closely a disturbing manifestation of all the excuses one makes to avoid taking accountability for one’s actions. Dissociation as an excuse, as opposed to an unbidden experience. As a result, I could not at all enjoy the book.