Of all of TJR’s books that I’ve read, this one is one of the more “meh” for me. For a book that was so in Carrie’s head, I still felt like it was still somehow surface level. I liked her biting humor and her drive, but those things were also annoying at times. Her dad was so sweet, even though his early training of Carrie I found much sometimes. I also fully understand and appreciate the criticism of this book in regards to the Latinx representation. This did not feel like a book that was honoring the background of the protagonist, but merely used Spanish as a “cute” feature sometimes, and always rang insincere with knowing who the author is.