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

The women of her life will speak to you. The rival, the daughter, the mother, her childhood friend, the employer, the roommate... The women who saw her life fall apart. Each one a piece. Each one a sin of Anna. Envy, Wrath, Sloth, Lust, Gluttony, Vanity, Greed. One after the other, they watch Anna struggle like a castaway on a raft to save herself. 

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