She was a story, not an epilogue. And if she chose to narrate her own life one word at a time as she descended the stairs to meet her newest arrival, that wasnaEUR(tm)t hurting anyone. Narration was a hard habit to break, after all. 
 Actual rating: 3,5 stars 
 It was creepy and at first I thought I was reading about some kind asylum for crazy teenagers. After 10% of the book I knew that I was wrong dY~, 
 Nobody gets to tell me how my story ends but me.