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Title: A very considerate amount of trash!
Review: For all of you trash lovers, this is an exquisite treasure of idiocy. Esmeralda Santiago is one of the recent idiots that have succeded in contemporary publishing due to being a "minority." I had to read this novel for a class; otherwise, I wouldn't have finished it. It starts OK. The narrator speaks of her childhood in childish, but cute tones. The first three chapters are not that bad, if you like anthropological literature, inside of which one sees the customs of an "exotic", or "minor", land. But after chapter four, one starts to get attacked by the most horrible cliches in fashion. The stupid narrator discovers her sexuality; discovers the hate for her father; discovers life; discovers Harvard. If you like Latin American lit, and are tired of Garcia Marquez, try Reverend Borges, Cabrera Infante or Onetti. If you're into women lit, try Poniatowska. If you like the Kinky Kincaid sort of lit, well, read more of Santiago, and good luck in your dumb readings.
