Yerba Buena

Nina LaCour's writing is beautiful, as always, but it could not save this book. To be fair, my opinion is probably impacted by the fact that I read it right after Pachinko, so I really just wasn't in the mood for another lots-of-bad-things-happen-in-a-row book. But like...it wasn't even *just* that. But throw in my mortal enemy instalove, and a bunch of weird, deep conversations and interactions like no one actually has, plus requiring an incredibly deep suspension of disbelief regarding Emilie's whole storyline...eh. Overall, very much a disappointment and a waste of a beautiful cover.