Yesterday, Lydia had a bookshop.
Yesterday, Lydia was married to a journalist.
Yesterday, she was with everyone she loved most in the world.
Today, her eight-year-old son Luca is all she has left.
For him, she will carry a machete strapped to her leg.
For him, she will leap onto the roof of a high speed train.
For him, she will find the strength to keep running.
One of the very first bullets comes in through the open window above the toilet where Luca is standing (CHAPTER ONE)
(Tinder Press, Hardback, 1 January 2020, 465 pages, borrowed from Irvine Library)
I decided to read this book because I stumbled across an article online by chance about the author’s new book. The article mentioned how the author was a victim of cancer culture soon after this much heralded book was released because a Mexican journalist believed the author had no business writing the book because she’s not Mexican. This infuriated me. A novelist can write any damn book they want. It’s fiction. I decided to read the book that caused so much fuss. I know of the cartels in Mexico and have never read a book featuring them. I thought this was a terrific read, well-written and engrossing. It really tugged at my heart strings. I’d recommend this.
