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His voice was changing too. Sometimes it was ragged like torn cloth; other times it shifted and creaked like an oak in a playful breeze.
I love the descriptions and similes in this book
Growing older felt like holding water in cupped hands; the harder she pressed her fingers together to keep life with Néstor the way it used to be in her grasp, the faster it slipped away.
Similes for daaaayyss
Nena was his home. The one thing on earth more precious to him than his own life.
These two are my favorite together
It all made her want to shed her skin like the witch in Abuela’s story, let everything that made her a woman fall to the ground to be salted and ruined as she flew into the night, her bones bare and cold in the starlight.
The feminine urge to shed your skin
Whatever God or unseen hand that made the world had granted him a fragile, perfect thing, and through a foul stroke of luck, a flash of cowardice, he shattered it.
poor dude was only 13. Blame is more so on his family for not ever telling him the truth (likely due to classism fears)
He was a man of dust who served men of silver: it was impossible not to know his place in the world.
Oh how we never learn from the past :(
Hand in hand in the chaparral, they were the kings of El Norte, no rule over them but the brutal, azure sweep of the sky, no law but the setting of the sun.
A more coolheaded woman would understand why he never returned. A more rational woman would forgive him. She was neither, and had no desire to ever be. Not when it came to him, at least.
love this for her. Nena making him work lol
“So be bad, once in a while,” he said, tiredness lengthening his syllables to a drawl. “Be mean.”
Nestor is the best flirt for her ahahah
