I was recently informed about a book my 3g-grandmother wrote in 1864, when she had run away from her drunken husband. It is the story of her life, told in glorious Victorian super-religious prose. For me, it really brings her alive, and turns her from a name in records, to a real person with thoughts, opinions, and feelings. I cannot quite decide whether I like her, but I certainly have sympathy with her for a hard life, with many trials.
