Mira a esa chica
Cristina Araújo Gámir
Cristina Araújo Gámir
This is not a story of self-pity, nor does it exploit the media sensationalism of such a heavy topic. Instead, it forces us to introspect and connect with the narrative, free of judgment or filters.
I read this book during an idyllic vacation in La Cerdaña, and I will always remember it.
Note
“She doesn’t even know what to say when asked how she feels. Sad, she guesses. And she senses that the word has taken on a different weight in her voice. Sadness used to be something vague, a tangle of hostile routines—grief, jealousy, nerves, frustration. Because she failed an exam, or because Jordan ignored her, or because someone in class called her fat. But the sadness she feels now is different. A pure and unadulterated element. A dense burrow where, in the end, you find yourself settling in. Against this sadness, Miriam offers no resistance.”