My Dearest CeCe,
Please never forget that the sun rises and sets with your smile. At least to me it does. You're the only thing on this planet worth worshipping.

This damn book. Holy moly. I stayed up until 5am reading this just so I could do it in one sitting because I simply could not put it down. It's not touted or marketed as either queer fiction or strictly latinx fiction, even though the protagonist is both of these things, so it actually took me a while to find this book. That could have alienated some readers, but I love that this is a women's fiction novel because that's what Evelyn is; a woman. She's not constrained by the fact that she's Cuban-American or that she's bisexual. She's complex and hard to handle at times and not simply reduced to character traits.

Whilst this book definitely explores it's title premise, it's so much more than looking at the husbands of this woman, and the intrigue surrounding her completely drew me in. Every character was unique and interesting, and even though Evelyn had done some horrible things, I was fully invested in her story.

first thoughts:
if evelyn hugo and celia st james were real i’d never shut up about them ever