And best of all, the poetry that helps forge her identity. Gabi Hernandez chronicles her last year in high school in her diary: Cindy's pregnancy, Sebastian's coming out, the cute boys, her father's meth habit, and the food she craves. But, of course, I can't tell my mom that because she will think I'm bad.
I mean, this is America and the 21st century not Mexico one hundred years ago.
I don't necessarily agree with that whole wait until you're married crap, though. That's as far as the birds and the bees talk has gone. So now, every time I go out with a guy, my mom says, "Ojos abiertos, piernas cerradas." Eyes open, legs closed. That story is the basis of my sexual education and has reiterated why it's important to wait until you're married to give it up. My mom has told me the story many, many, MANY, times of how, when she confessed to my grandmother that she was pregnant with me, her mother beat her. My mother named me Gabriella, after my grandmother who, coincidentally, didn't want to meet me when I was born because my mother was unmarried, and therefore living in sin. And best of all, the poetry that helps forge her identity.Named to Kirkus Reviews' Best Books of 2014
I mean, this is America and the 21st century not Mexico one hundred years ago. Gabi, a girl in pieces / by Isabel Quintero. Named to Kirkus Reviews' Best Books of 2014
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