It sucks to be a young child and have your father walk out of your life. #chst302
— Andy Zavala (@imhighonfire) November 11, 2012
Always leaving things behind like a trial of bread crumbs for her father. (Viramontes, 14) #CHST302
— ya (@uknowmees) November 12, 2012
The stink of despair shot through the musty sunlight. (Viramontes, 8) #CHST302 Despair? I don’t think I have ever smelled that before.
— ya (@uknowmees) November 12, 2012
Viramontes has such an amazing way with words. This book reads as if it were a poem. #chst302
— Jessica(@jessica_baden) November 12, 2012
“Alejo’s head spun and he shut his stinging eyes…his skin absorbed the chemical.” (77)Why would we put this on our food? #CHST302
— Joseph Canchola (@CancholaJoseph) November 12, 2012
“I’ll smash these windows first, then all these glass jars if you don’t give us back our money.” (149)pushed to the limit#CHST302
— Joseph Canchola (@CancholaJoseph) November 12, 2012
“God was mean and did not care and she was alone to fend for herself.”(139) the challenges Estrella faces make her feel hopeless. #CHST302
— Joseph Canchola (@CancholaJoseph) November 12, 2012