Oeil-de-Chat

The complex dynamics of the narrator’s childhood felt so authentic. I wonder if Atwood drew from her own experiences or crafted this entirely from imagination.

The lingering sense of regret and nostalgia made me think about how we process our pasts. It’s a haunting but beautiful reflection on memory’s unreliability.

The non-linear timeline keeps the reader piecing together the story, which mirrors how memories often come back out of order. I’m curious whether this was a conscious choice by Atwood.