One day far in the future, when someone creep googles me, they will encounter this perfectly curated collection of crashouts about a bunch of very quirky novels.
Going into this book, I expected much more emotional writing than what I think I recieved.
Reading this felt like a little bit of a roller coaster, with the extent to which this storyline is fragmented and kinda all over the place.
Well…I guess I am fascinated to say the least.
As a true crime fan myself, I was expecting this book to be one like many others I’ve seen before.
The more I read this novel, the more I could feel it become less about any actual events and more about memory and reflection.
It almost felt like I was reading two stories in one within this book, one of them being about Macabea’s life and the other about the narrator’s constant anxiety about writing this.
I felt that the narration of this text was very closely tied to Natalia’s inner thoughts.
I thought this would be a story that wasn’t unheard of before, a gifted child escaping poverty through education.
Boys, be honest, did all of u have the same pervy little crushes on your mommies too?
