I did not expect to gushingly adore this book and again, I blame the blurb. This is not a story about Hurricane Maria. I mean the destructive bitch does make an appearance in the last third of the book, but this story is so much more.

Olga is a high-society wedding planner, but it's not really about that either. It's about a Puerto Rican family in Brooklyn and the hybrid quality their culture has assumed. It's about children waiding through the aftermath of parental rejection, accepting their flaws and the ugliness of their humanity, and loving themselves regardless. It is about owning one's truth and finding the courage to face rejection in order to move society forward. It's about gentrification and culture and the atrocious reality the US has shrouded Puerto Rico in. It's about family and love and pride and success and pretty much everything important under the sun.

Olga is one of those people I could hang out with all day. She's cool and smart and funny and no nonsense and a total badass. She's also human and vulnerable and real. I basically loved every moment I spent reading this book.

"She had allowed herself to become distracted from the true American dream, accumulating money, by it's phantom cousin, accumulating fame."