"But I couldn't have brought the child here, I never identified it as mine; I didn't name it before it was born even, the way you're supposed to. It was my husband's, he imposed it on me, all the time it was growing in me I felt like an incubator. He measured everything he would let me eat, he was feeding it on me, he wanted a replica of himself; after it was born i was no more use. I couldn't prove it though; he was clever; he kept saying he loved me."

This book is one of the first books I have ever felt an emotional and spiritual connection to. I was recommended this book as a method for inspiration for my artwork 9 years ago and have only just read it now. I am happy I only just now read it, after having gone through what I have gone through this book connected with me in more ways than one.

Atwood's prose poetry throughout this book reminds me of my own healing process after I left an abusive relationship that was very similar to the narrator's.There were lines in this book that related very similarly to poetry and narrative that I had written years ago during my healing.

This book would not have had the same impact on me if I had read it when it was originally recommended to me and I am so happy I have read it now and gained this deep love and connection for it.