Thirtysomething Flores and her mother, Paula, still live in the same Brooklyn apartment, but that may be the only thing they have in common. It's been nearly three years since they lost beloved husband and father Martâin, who had always been the bridge between them. One day, cleaning beneath his urn, Flores discovers a note written in her mother's handwriting: Perdâoname si te falle. Recuerda que siempre te quise. ("Forgive me if I failed you. Remember that I always loved you.") But what would Paula need forgiveness for? Now newfound doubts and old memories come flooding in, complicating each woman's efforts to carve out a good life for herself--and to support the other in the same.
A familiar, if uneven, tale of generational disapproval and resentment ... , Rivero delivers a pleasingly heartwarming resolution with a useful message about not jumping to conclusions about one’s parents.
Lively ... In a novel that is by turns dishy and soulful, Rivero braids depictions of the frivolity and self-seriousness of start-up life with the authentic and connected culture of Peruvian immigrants in New York City.
As they navigate grief and seek relevance in their very different professional lives, each woman confronts the choices she has made and the daunting challenge of communicating across the generation gap.
