What Happens When Sorrow Haunts Forever in “Escapades of La Llorona”

There’s something uniquely unsettling about a ghost that mourns rather than menaces—whose horror lies not in rage, but in sorrow that won’t die. That’s the beating heart of this novel, which follows a girl abandoned in the alleys of colonial Mexico City, growing up with no guidance, no safety net, and no idea how to navigate a world that discards her. The story doesn’t begin with a haunting. It begins with a child, barefoot and hungry, learning too late that love is often just another trap.

What makes this book so compelling is its slow descent into myth. Each of the four relationships she clings to feels like a chance to rewrite her story, to escape the shadows. But every one ends with betrayal, and every betrayal ends with a child she doesn’t know how to raise. The decisions she makes are devastating—but not out of cruelty. They’re made in ignorance, in panic, in a world that gave her no tools to survive. By the time the weeping begins, the reader understands exactly why.

The second half of the novel transforms her from woman to wraith, moving across Mexico and through generations. Each haunting is a story in itself—some terrifying, others strangely sad, even beautiful. You begin to realize that this ghost isn’t trapped in time; she slips through it, echoing down hallways and alleyways and through the lives of people who don’t realize what they’ve seen until it’s too late. The book becomes a map of fear, drawn in sobs and silence, where the dead never stay buried.

What lingers after the final page isn’t just the sound of her cry—it’s the sense that you’ve met her. Not just the ghost, but the girl. The woman. The one who tried and failed and tried again until her grief became legend. That’s the genius of Escapades of La Llorona—it dares you to understand the ghost.