For some reason, my imagery for this one was way off. I *knew* the time period, but in many ways, I felt it was more modern. Perhaps being able to identify so well with Veda. From having a mother who forced religion to an alcoholic father, and even my own first marriage so eerily similar, much of the book was readily accessible memories of my own. I think that threw my mind's eye off. I could physically feel her pain as she was ignored, neglected, and used for her husband's pleasure, then to be physically assaulted by the man who should protect her.
I don't think Veda ever got her life together, per se, just began to live. Much as many of us in similar situations have done, but I do believe she finally began to accept her plot in life as her own, as she said in the end, "I feel a sense of peace and a sense of pride. In spite of ever’thin that happened, I had a lot of joy in my life, and the biggest joy of all was seein my kids grow up and become the wonderful people they are. I wish I could see my grandkids grow up, too, but I don’t have the strength for this battle anymore."