Veronica Gonzalez Pena

This book . . . It touched me in many ways: it made me remember the times I went to Jalisco by myself, when I was young, because of all the boys the author and her sisters and I met, and reminded me of the way I always felt all alone, like nobody cared for me and I could just disappear in that country and no one would ever care, or know, of always wondering why I felt like my mother didn't like me or want me, always trying to find my way. And then the mental illness, running through me and my family, back before there was diagnosis and antidepressants.

I was sad when I finished this book; I wanted it to go on. This book is lovely.… (mais)