The book cover, which was revealed today, features gorgeous art by Bijou Karman, and design by Erin Fitzsimmons, depicting the two sisters, both beautiful Afro Dominicans with impeccable curls, one in front of classic New York buildings, another in front of what looks like the leaves of the palmeras that abound in the Dominican Republic, and separated by the shadow of two planes.Īs a Dominican, this book already means a lot to me. Image Source: Cover Art by Bijou Karman / Design by Erin Fitzsimmons
However, when it seems like they've lost everything, they realize they still have each other. The two girls, who didn't know they were sisters, are forced to face a new reality in which their father is dead, and their lives are forever altered.
Meanwhile in New York City, Yahaira Rios is called to the principal's office, where her mother is waiting to tell her that her father, her hero, has died in a plane crash. In the story, Camino Rios lives for the Summers when her father visits her in the Dominican Republic, until that time when his plane was supposed to land, but she arrives at the airport to see crowds of crying people. In it, she touches on the topics of grief and love, as she writes about the devastation of loss, the difficulty of forgiveness, and the bittersweet bonds that shape our lives. Elizabeth Acevedo felt the same way.Įlizabeth is now going on her third novel, "Clap When You Land," which is available for pre-order now and hits bookstands on May 5, 2020. There weren't enough books that spoke to the feelings, situations, culture, and values of a young Latina woman, figuring out herself, and learning to make her space in the world. Of course, there were fantastic Latinx authors back in the day, writing incredible books that were breaking the traditional concept of "literature," but it seemed to me that I was only allowed to read those books after I reached a certain age. Locations seemed too far away, or in made-up lands that were definitely influenced by European countries, and characters were not representative of who I was. While some of those stories were fascinating, they always felt disassociated from my reality as a Latina. Growing up, when someone mentioned literature to me, my mind always went to what seemed like really fancy books with thousands of pages and complex vocabulary. Image Source: JOEL SAGET/AFP/Getty Images
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