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She really likes the huge cock – her expressions show that.
The happiness on her face as she takes a giant cock is magical.
Herrera offers glimpses of greater penetration and vision, but the overall package is a mishmash.–Miriam Lang Budin, Chappaqua Public Library, NY Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title. In clear free verse, she remembers how, two years before, her Puerto Rican family emigrated to Iowa, where Papi worked in a poultry factory, and their recent move to Loisada (the Lower East Side), where her best friend is a classmate from Kuwait.
She reads the letters her loving uncle sent her, and also poems about him that she has kept in a cereal box.
There's too much going on in the story, and the constant jumps in time and place are sometimes confusing.
Even so, Herrera depicts the immigration experience with intensity and drama, and even readers who aren't Latino will understand Yolanda's feelings as she stares out the tenement window at quiensabedonde ("who knows where").
Yo, herself, has been rescued from a too-daring adolescence in Iowa, where she was befriended by kids engaged in clubbing, drinking, and a game of chicken that ended in tragedy.
Now in New York City, the Puerto Rican teen and her relatives keep a bedside vigil and, in a moment of consciousness, her uncle implores her to save the others.
Many parts of the plot are left unexplained and the ending is too abrupt. All in all, although Cinnamon Girl is, at times, touching and beautiful, it is also quite ambiguous and better discussed than read individually.