Laekan Zea Kemp has written some of my favorite books ever. Her debut, Somewhere Between Bitter & Sweet, was absolutely incredible. And with An Appetite for Miracles, she has returned to remind readers just how skilled she is at her craft. Storytelling is her superpower.
I love Kemp's writing because it envelops me in a nostalgia for my culture. As a Mexican-American who sometimes feels completely isolated from their culture while living in the United States, Kemp's representation and stories make me very nostalgic and reminiscent of my favorite parts of Mexican culture. An Appetite for Miracles goes one step further, and not only makes me miss my grandparents who have passed (and reminds me of my abuelita who is currently suffering from advanced dementia), but also mirrors much of my own extremely difficult relationship with my immigrant mother, who, like Danna's mother, don't know how to love their children without hurting them in the process.
This novel-in-verse is well-written - it captures so much raw emotion and honest reflection in poetic form, and Kemp effortlessly crafts two relatable characters whose experiences and thoughts are very realistic for teens struggling with the weight of being true to themselves while appeasing the adults in their lives.
Danna's character reminded me so much of my teen self, so reading this story cover-to-cover felt like a therapy session and a moment of healing from my inner child, all in one. Her love for food, her struggles with her self esteem and image; the distorted, complicated relationship with her mother - I saw myself in it all. But especially, her love for her abuelo, and her fear and pain surrounding his dementia and losing him forever.
Now, I don't want to get too personal and deep about it, but I also want to be honest. My personal vendetta against dementia is that it has robbed me of the chance to know my abuelita. It feels like a personal attack against me, since I lost my paternal abuelito when I was nine years old, and only saw my maternal grandparents twice in my lifetime before they both passed away during university. My paternal abuelita's dementia began to advance when I was in high school, and now, she remembers nothing.
I never got a chance to hear stories about her life; stories about my father, my uncles and aunts when they were growing up. I never got to ask her her favorite color, or her favorite food. Or about her own family. Her childhood. I never got the chance to bond with her before I lost her. And it hurts too much to grieve a person who is still here. And yet, that's what dementia does. It steals loved ones away and forces people to grieve an unexpected loss. And it really, really hurts.
Raul's character was really great. I connected with him almost immediately upon meeting him, and I understood a lot of what he was feeling and struggling with. Feeling lost, like there is no reason to continue on with the day to day. And especially the feeling of not recognizing your own parent, and struggling to understand what changed, and why it feels so much like it's all your fault.
Raul and Danna's relationships with God and their faith was refreshing to see - I appreciated their individual reflections about faith. How their beliefs and ways of practicing need only matter to them, and just because others don't understand their relationship with God, doesn't mean it's not meaningful or fulfilling.
Danna and Raul's relationship, and the way each of them relies on the other throughout the story, was nicely done. I think it was an accurate portrayal of most teen relationships - instalove, head over heels obsessed. And yet, their blossoming romance, and friendship, was healthy and supportive. Both of them supported the other in the best way they could, even when they were hurting too.
Overall, this story broke me apart and healed me at the same time. I cannot thank Laekan enough for writing these painfully beautiful stories that make me, and many other readers, feel seen and understood in a way no one else will.