Book: The collector of hearts

And as persistently kept saying hold on, be brave, push! push! push! and so for eighteen hours. To give birth. To give life to a child. Like childbirth is a gift from heaven knows what a joy. At that moment Lorraine was so tempted to say: childbirth is not a gift, is when you have taken. The baby is pushed, struggling to get out of you. He is a vessel of violence, hot unspeakable rage.