While reading Emma Donoghue’s Tale of the Shoe, all I could think is that “Cinderella” is not all there in the head. As someone who has lost their mother as well, I can relate to what she’s going through. When something like this happens, your whole life is pretty much turned upside down and all you have are these strange thoughts that don’t feel like you, voices, telling you what to do. In a way, they keep you busy (i.e. working, cleaning) or they can prevent you from living.
This could also be viewed as the different sects of society trying to tell you who to be or who not to be, what to do or what not to do. You try to conform to what all these other voices want that you don’t realize just how much they’re suffocating you. Only when you figure out what you want for yourself are you allowed to live.