I’m at a loss on what to write about this book by Pam Munoz Ryan. Not because it’s bad; on the contrary, it’s really really good. But, it’s not really “about” much of anything. It defies description — a Hispanic book? a coming of age book? a book about choices and destinies? yes, all of that and more — and when my husband asked what it was about, I was only able to answer, “Well, it’s about a girl named Naomi Leon.” And her finding herself. There’s really not much more to say. Except that I couldn’t put it down, and stayed up late last night to finish it, hanging on every word.

I love books like that.