I went into this story as I do with most, no clue what it's about because I try not to read blurbs and the cover summary and I do my best to literally go off the cover, the title and the name of the author.

This is my first Silvia Moreno-Garcia tale and I can see why she has a huge following. I love that she was able to take something from her family's oral heritage and turn it into a David/Goliath story of survival in the most tumultuous of times and the danger came not in the form of the soldiers and the revolution but something else entirely.

My own heritage lies on the island of Hispaniola but is lost to me save for my connection to my father's land through Spanish and my love for platanos. I rarely read books set in Latin America and I hardly read books in Spanish, if anything, this book has reignited some ancestral need to connect.