Sweet Lamb of Heaven by Lydia Millet
Sometimes I read a book whereI have the sense that you’re not really supposed to take it literally, but I’m not really sure how you are supposed to take it. I much prefer books that make sense on both levels.
A young mother and her daughter are on the run from her crazy, politically ambitious husband. She, for a time, heard voices, and finds herself in a community of people who become a sort of family, who also heard them. It doesn’t quite scan to me on the literal level and I never fully connected with it on other levels.