The Double Tongue, by William Golding, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1995.
This book did feel a bit incomplete and unfinished. Because it was incomplete and unfinished. Because the author died before he had a final manuscript. In spite of that, this book is brilliant.
First he gives an incredibly sympathetic portrait of a young girl. Then he perfectly portrays that young girl becoming the Pythia. And finally, through the narrative, of a believing woman who was used by the gods.
I have read this book at least four, probably five times, and every time I read it, I pick up on something new. The manuscript may just be a sketch, but it is a sketch by a master. And every time I read this book, I want to go back and re-read C.S. Lewis' Till We Have Faces.