What have I read this year so far ugh

Strange Pilgrims, I'm Not Hungry But I Could Eat, Jess Rizkallah

DISTRACTIONS

-In the kitchen my abuela randomly starts telling me about all of her lovers, including a man named Victor who was a traveling guitarist and would stand outside of her window singing songs. It seems like being in love with unavailable musicians is a generational curse, and perhaps I will break it by giving birth to an unavailable musician, …