I wouldn't recommend Rhys to anyone who likes cheery optimistic books. She tells stories about life as it is, stories of loneliness and disconnection, with a mockingly sharp humour. And about longing too, longing for your home country and people who loved you but are gone now, and wondering how you are going to survive, where the money will come from next.
"You feel peaceful, but when you try to think it's as if you're face-to-face with a high, dark wall. Really all you want is night, and to lie in the dark and pull the sheet over your head and sleep, and before you know where you are it is night - that's one good thing. You pull the sheet over your head and think, 'He got sick of me,' and 'Never, not ever, never.' And then you go to sleep. You sleep very quickly when you're like that and you don't dream either. It's as if you are dead.'