I kind of already want to reread this book.

This book was neither gentle nor kind, but it was soft in a way that makes me want to hold each poem in my heart forever—or at least tuck it into my pocket to save for a stormy day. It’s raw and real and riveting, and if it doesn’t make you cry at least a little bit, then you should read it again. And again. This book has “got bars.” Plus, it’s poetry, and it’s got lots of Spanish. What more do you need?