I had high hopes for this book as a first generation Latin American, it really excited me before I read it, but then it just fell flat.
I ended up having a huge disconnect with this author, mainly because her entire personality was focused around trying to fit in. The majority of the anecdotes from this book were stories of her trying so hard to be accepted by different groups and I, fortunately, have never had trouble fitting in or any sort of identity crisis where I was looking to fit into a place where I don't belong.
What saddened me the most is that the author, to me, had little to no ties to her own Mexican heritage. She kept preaching about Latinxs, but she felt absolutely white-washed to me. This is where my own sense of identity clashed with hers. I've never wanted to be American, nor have I ever felt American. What I have fully and always embraced is my Colombian heritage with no care in the world about the country my parents immigrated to, because I come from their same homeland as far as I'm concerned.
What's prompted me to be able to do so, is being born in New York City, where roots are rarely, if ever, dismissed. I feel like where the author grew up, and having her own mother grow up in the states too, really did a number on her. She couldn't even pronounce "novena" right and it pissed me off the entire time I was listening to this audiobook.
Some parts of this book, especially when it came to generalized statements about a first gen's education were relatable, but then even her university experience was not. She joined a fucking sorority full of white girls for fucks sake, and then spoke about how she related more with the housekeepers than her sisters and yet she stayed there.
While a resilient and intelligent woman Campoverdi is, I related with the "cholas" who felt she had no business in their friend group more than her.