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320 pages, Paperback
First published January 12, 2016
We should have just flown. We should have left – long before Papi made the decision. I tried telling them. I had desperately wanted to leave. Almost as much as I wanted to stay. Wanted things to be the way they’d been, childish pipe dream that it was. Wanted to curl up and die.
Mami and Abuela had always said that it wasn’t that the men in our lives didn’t care or weren’t aware. Just simply that they couldn’t handle our pain. It overwhelmed them. So instead they focused on believing we were delicate flowers requiring protection. We allowed them the illusion. To protect them. And because it suited our purposes.
Entering Mercier’s kitchen was akin to entering another world. One where the aromas of chicory-spiked coffee and the house gumbo and butter melting over crusty, fresh-baked bread combined into a mélange so rich and heady, it created an ambience where time and season had little meaning. In this one small corner of New York, it wasn’t a blustery, frigid January afternoon…In here, it was always spring in New Orleans.
More miles disappeared as he lapsed into silence once again, clearly struggling with the effort of condensing a lifetime of drama into the miles that remained. As if in response, the car slowed yet again, buying more time.
He sat, silently staring out at the sheets of rain. Long enough for the storm to subside to a gentle shower, faint slashes of blue bleeding through the grey morass of clouds. “I know I should tell you to stay here. That this is my battle and I need to finish it by myself, but I don’t want to. I need to know that someone’s beside me for once.” He took my hand, his hold light, yet conveying a wealth of emotion. “I suppose I can add selfish bastard to my list of sins.”

In 1959 Cuba, Natalia San Martín was nothing short of a princess: sheltered, pampered, and courted by her very own prince, a childhood friend turned lifelong love. All that changed on the fateful New Year's Eve when Fidel Castro and his followers seized control of the country, with tragic consequences for not only the island, but Natalia herself.
Five years later, in 1960s New York, she’s known as Natalie Martin—living a life that’s bleak, but thankfully anonymous. However, when the enigmatic Jack Roemer offers her a job writing the memoir of a starlet on the brink of self-destruction, she sees not only opportunity, but unexpected echoes of a fairytale long forgotten.
As she knows all too well, however, the prettiest façade can hide the ugliest of truths—and peeling back the layers of someone else’s past forces Natalie to confront her own.
This story held a personal interest to me. I have a family member by marriage that escaped from Cuba with his family as a young boy. His family although not rich, was comfortable. They had a beautiful home that was left behind when they escaped from Castro’s Cuba and eventually settled in Elizabeth, NJ.
Barbara Ferrer has written a beautiful story portraying a strong woman making her way alone in New York City after so much personal loss. The loss of the status that she and her family were accustomed to. The loss of her home. The loss of the man that she loved. Ultimately the loss of the family after a disagreement. Trying to forget everything of her past life, Natalia reinvents herself as Natalie working as a hostess in a popular restaurant as well as a tutor in an exclusive private school where she is expected to do more than tutor. Her life is hard and although she has no contact with her family, she still feels obligated to send them money every month. If things couldn’t get any worse, her carefully built walls begin to be taken down when a patron of the restaurant she works at tries to make her life better with almost deadly results.
This was an interesting story of love, family and change that brings us back to a time where there was so much change going on.
