Damn, Elizabeth Acevedo can write.

This is a slow, looping, generational saga. It's beautiful. There are stories within stories. There are strong women and women trying to be strong. There is family and magic and happiness and despair. There is a plot, but also it doesn't; rather, it loosely gives the histories of several women.

I found myself unexplainably crying at the end. I will reread this in the future.