I wrote the book because early in my career reviewers would say that my Latino characters were not “Latino enough”, and I wondered what in the world that meant. Latinos come in different races, colors, size, from different religious backgrounds. And we can’t all dance, cook, love kids, etc.

So I decided to write about a character that is 4th generation Californian but tries to become “more” latina by taking a bunch of stereotypes and trying to become them. The whole point is to show how silly that is and to point out that you can’t become something you already are. And to show that lables rarely define a person.

Hope this puts your mind at ease. : )