Convincing you to read ‘Reservoir Bitches’ in 12 quotes

From the moment I held this book, I knew I’d need to dog-ear pages, underline lines, and take a breath after every story. Reservoir Bitches is wild, tender, and merciless — a chorus of thirteen Mexican women telling their truths with humor sharper than a knife. It will make you laugh, flinch, and maybe even howl.

Here’s why (in 14 quotes):

“My boyfriend is amazing. The only thing he never gave me was the thing I wanted the most: the head of the bastard that killed my best friend.”

“Turns out my new best friend was a stone-cold killer who could sever heads with a fucking chainsaw, then wash her hands and sit down to a nice plate of carne asada.”

“In my prayers, I only ever asked for one thing: to be a widow.”

“Cities covered in pink crosses. Cities covered with posters of missing women.”

“Deserts of bone. Lakes that swallow women whole.”

“Dead women emerging from the rivers, from the sewers, from the sands of the desert.”

“Disposable women. Decapitated women. Strangled women. Dismembered women. Raped women.”

“We brujas don’t put hexes on each other.”

“How can you prove misogyny in court if the murderer says he loved her?”

“Mexico is a monster that devours women. Mexico is a desert of pulverized bone. Mexico is a greveyard of pulverized bone. Mexico is a graveyard full of pink crosses.”

“Cities covered in pink crosses. Cities covered with posters of missing women. Deserts of bone. Lakes that swallow women whole. Dead women emerging from the rivers, from the sewers, from the sands of the desert. […]

Disposable women. Decapitated women. Strangled women. Dismembered women. Raped women.”

“Even if only part of your ashes are under my bed – your greddy mother wouldn’t give them all to me – the way I see it, your bones have been gathered. I hope someday I get to hear you howling in the night.”