This is a story of stories. A swirl of stories, stories told for all different kinds of survival and, finally, stories told that are required for the kind of peace that we’d all like before death.
And there are many wonderful storytellers here, not just the author. (And yes, I know what I’ve said there.) Acevedo manages to give each teller his or her own voice and purpose. It would be fun and probably impossible to map this story.
And Cuba is new to me, and Acevedo opens it up a bit. I’m not sure it was necessary to have an actual historical person be a character, but it was a minor distraction. I would like to go one day. At the very least, I’d like to learn more – and novels are my way in.
And this is a story about women. The women are the storytellers here and, one, late in the novel (but earned) is a devastating example of the power of taking over someone else’s story.
It will be easy to get lost in this story. And wonderful.