Give. Me. A. Xanax.
In the beginning the story line was very interesting but quickly became a big hot mess.
There was just too many things going on for me to actually enjoy.
Between Mother daughter issues, sibling issues, the daddy issues, the love triangle, the boom to bust; back to boom; back to bust.... the clairvoyance thing, the husband thing....
Add all the above to Hetty's inability of figuring out who she is as she goes from... I am going to rebel against the establishment; no, I am going to become a civil rights activist before my time; no, I am equal hear me roar; no, I am going to be a socialite; no, I am going to be a bootlegger; no, I really want to be a socialite; no, I am going to embrace my hidden heritage that has been denied me; no, I am going to be a oil tycoon; etc etc....
With soooo much going on, I just wanted it all to end.
Which is unfortunate. The book had really good bone structure but for all of this to happen in 300 pages and a few years... talk about Hetty suffering from ADHD.
It would be good to revisit as a book series or just completely different novellas... but rolling it all into one thing... ugh it was exhausting to read.
Also, just a quick history lesson, Mexicans working in the US were not called illegals... until the 1950s both US and Mexicans citizens zigged-zagged across the boarder without issue and/or documentation necessary. Calling them illegals is completely out of place.