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And then, in a single sky-falling second, the bastard comte had stripped all of that comfort and her growing confidence away, and Touraine had become just a Sand again. Just a Sand. She had never been ashamed of that before.
In an organic character arc of confliction and self-doubt, Touraine wrestles with fundamental questions of her being like this one.
Touraine was starting to think it was impossible to come from one land and learn to live in another and feel whole. That you would always stand on shaky, hole-ridden ground, half of your identity dug out of you and tossed away.
Profound observation and, though I have not seen Lewis interviewed about this book, I am guessing this is thinly veiled commentary on the social and psychological plight of people of African ancestry throughout the diaspora. Poignant!

