Maybe I couldn’t understand properly the way Clarice Lispector describes life...but I found it very hard to enjoy this book. The writing is a bit confusing in my opinion especially with the change of narrative as the story is told by a narrator, so it swifts from his point of view to the one of the character. Nothing bad in that, but the narrator often talks about things that make no sense to me. Really random. The story is supposed to talk about the reality of a girl living in a slum in Rio de Janeiro, and that would be an interesting point. But I didn’t like how it is put on the pages.