

I find Silvia Moreno-Garcia‘s prose stiff and unemotional, and I struggled with that more in this book than Mexican Gothic… probably because the latter had so many things I love in it, and this didn‘t particularly! Maite isn‘t a terribly compelling protagonist, though I did feel for her. The story was interesting and kept me reading. The ending wasn‘t surprising; all the men are useless jerks or worse. (I guess Elvis is OK.)