Book of Memory

The story you have asked me to tell begins not with the ignominious ugliness of Lloyd's death but on a long-ago day in April when the sun seared my blistered face and I was nine years old and my father and mother sold me to a strange man. I say my father and my mother, but really it was just my mother.Memory, the narrator of The Book of Memory, is an albino woman languishing in Chikurubi Maximum S...