Nenia Campbell’s Reviews > Weep, Woman, Weep > Status Update

“You and I both know this town never forgets anything.”

He had a sort of rough look but in a nice way, like maybe he broke his nose in a bar fight but also knew what soap was.

Help, why is that so funny

I thought of all the books I threw away that made me happy. I realized that once you got used to living a certain way, you stopped trusting the good things that happened, even if you made it so.

I honestly forgot that I'd bought this but it's fucking incredible, White Oleander vibes steeped in Mexican folklore-- why aren't you reading it??

There was magic in our desert air. The sun turned the sky crimson as it set over the mountains in the east and scattered golden diamonds across the river as we made our blood pact.

No sister left behind.

No sister left to the water.

We were taught to be ashamed of our heritage, and here are white people dying to be the great-granddaughter of an Indian princess and the long-lost child of a bruja.