This is a diary, kind of, of a girl. This girl is a child of many generations of incest, so she is horribly disfigured. And to top it off, she doesn't like to hunt. Neither does Father. Or Mother. Why hunt when you can have people that wander by? When you can separate throbbing flesh from a screaming individual? This is what she grew up to. Her mother, father, grandmother, etc. they all lived this life. So there's no shame in it..... Right?