It's as though she'd been kept in a cage, and the cage was composed of spoken and unspoken rules and regulations and expectations from a certain book, and peering in were those ready to pounce the very second she escaped, using the Book as a weapon.
But somehow, she managed a taste of freedom. It tasted good. Very good. And in the meantime, she discovered that the "right" and the "wrong" was, in fact, not from the Book at all, but from people.