This is Anna's book, which once seemed like all the other women.
Anna, who sleepwalked until the age of 35 between husband, children, and work. Like everyone else. Quiet. Very quiet. She pushed the days with the illusion of security. Like everyone else. And suddenly a photo falls into her hands and burns them. Her husband in London embracing a beautiful redhead. The Anna you knew is dead. In her place comes a wild beast with new vision and hearing. A beast that declared war on everyone. What happened afterwards, she can no longer tell you.

The women of her life will speak to you. The jealous one, the daughter, the mother, her childhood friend, the employer, the roommate... The women who saw her life shatter into pieces. Each one a piece. Each one a sin of Anna. Envy, Anger, Sloth, Lust, Greed, Vanity, Gluttony. One after the other, they watch Anna struggle like a castaway trying to survive.

They confuse their lives with hers. And when the words are saved, Anna will write the ending alone. This is Anna's book, which once seemed like all the other women. This is the book of women who once seemed like Anna.