A 12-year-old is ashamed of her trauma onset epilepsy and is aided in coming to terms with it by a fugly one-eyed prizefighter. I wanted to like this book about a pre-teen Mexican-American girl named Chula more than I did. It's an award winning book, so I blame my lack of enthusiasm on my documented difficulty with the tween genre. This was a book club selection, so maybe I'll understand what I missed when I discuss it with La Celiacita. She'll be able to school me, I'm sure because getting some extra education in children's lit.
PS I hated Chula's brother.