Description of the Book:
 
A girl trapped in a dark cellar of neglect and loneliness. Dust motes of repression and ostracization settling over her arms and shoulders. A life full of shut doors and sneers. She clings to words and uses them as wings to fly across the world and levels of emotions. A tether, an anchor in a life of hubbub. It's not a tale about a girl finding her fairy tale prince or about a girl being scooped off from the dregs of poverty into foyers of affluence and wealth. It's a tale about a lonely girl finding solace in her solitude. It's about a girl coming to terms that sometimes perhaps no one will lend her a hand of assistance. Sometimes you have to crawl and grovel your way through life with bruised knees and flaming eyes. It's about a girl fighting for survival in a vacuum of solitude. It's about self-introspection and nights with tear-soaked pillows. But it's also about the charm of a flower, the anger in an oppressed woman and the sorrow of an inconspicuous poet.