The scene: a beautiful Thursday afternoon, sun shining, breeze flowing. I have just returned a stack of books to the library. I have half an hour before I have to pick up my weekly vegetable box. It’s not enough time to go home and come back, but it is enough time to read a book… if I had one.
Solution: grab a book off the library shelf and sit in the car in the parking lot, waiting for my vegetables to arrive.
I pulled three or four from the shelf before I settled on this one, which was an obvious choice for several reasons.
- Look at that A++ cover.
- I’ve been eating a lot of quesadillas lately.
- I haven’t read a lot of Mexican literature before. To be honest, I don’t know if I’ve read any. THAT seems like an oversight.
- It is very, very short. Which is good news, because of course I have many other books waiting for me at home and begging for my attention – so if I’m going to cheat on them, I may as well cheat on them for as brief a period as possible.
I ended up massively enjoying this tiny, neon novel. It’s a surreal, dream-like journey in the best way – more like Alice in Wonderland than anything.