Lobizona by Romina Garber
Reviewed by Sam!
What I drank prior: it’s new year’s eve. i should be partying it up. i should be with dozens of friends. but instead… because of this stupid pandemic, i’m alone. i’ve had two moscow mules and a bottle of champs as one does on new years.
Some people ARE illegal.
Lobizonas do NOT exist.
Both of these statements are false.
Manuela Azul has been crammed into an existence that feels too small for her. As an undocumented immigrant who’s on the run from her father’s Argentine crime-family, Manu is confined to a small apartment and a small life in Miami, Florida.
Until Manu’s protective bubble is shattered.
Her surrogate grandmother is attacked, lifelong lies are exposed, and her mother is arrested by ICE. Without a home, without answers, and finally without shackles, Manu investigates the only clue she has about her past–a mysterious “Z” emblem—which leads her to a secret world buried within our own. A world connected to her dead father and his criminal past. A world straight out of Argentine folklore, where the seventh consecutive daughter is born a bruja and the seventh consecutive son is a lobizón, a werewolf. A world where her unusual eyes allow her to belong.
As Manu uncovers her own story and traces her real heritage all the way back to a cursed city in Argentina, she learns it’s not just her U.S. residency that’s illegal. . . .it’s her entire existence.
Drunk Overview: imma be homest, i read this book like two months ago but i dont care cause… this was the first argentine fantasy lore story i’ve ever read. idk if you know this, but in my father’s country (Argentina) if you’re the seventh son or daughter then you become a werewolf. But, if you take that lore add witches and then upadte it a bit you get Lobizona. Lobizon means werewolf in spanish. So, our main lady is an illegal immigrant living in miami and all she wants is to be legal so she can go to school. Then something stupid happens and she’s on the run… wam pow magic school. She shows up at this magic school for witches and werewolves. Things go from there…
Spoiler-free Thoughts: Never have i ever read a YA fantasy (let alone any fantasy) about Argentine lore and my whole heart is happy. My dad is Argentine, but he spent a lot of his youth in the States, plus we’re super white, so we don’t have a lot of the lore. I don’t have a lot of the lore, but boy, I wanted it.
I’m gonna be super honest, i read this book a million years ago in 2020 years so, bullets is what you’re gonna get… k? If you’re not ok with that, fight me.
- Damn, the weird eyes are awesome. Like supers awesome.
- So… if guy-eveyone’s-looking-for is super famous, how does no one know what he looks like?
- Manu is so cool. She’s like… just emo enough that every teen relates to her, but also just cool enough that every teen wants to be her.
- The side characters seem superficial, but like, they’re totally not.
- I also canNOT wait until this woman takes down this stupid patriarchy it’s gonna be SWEET. (think Dashal Par from the Incredibles when you say sweet… SWEET)
- Female friendshps in this are actually amazing. HERE ME OUT. They start off toxi but they’re actually not so stick with it
- ANY LATINA NEEDS TO READ THIS BOOK
- Soory, i should say that, but this was the first time my culture has ever been shown to me in fiction. Ever. Us Argentines don’t get a lot. We shouldn’t because we’re probably the most awful country in latin america ever when i comes to their indigenous population, but this was something. It was something for me and it means a lot.
- This story was super YA. But with a twist from my culture. And I want everyone to hear this. A trope is not over until POC do it. I’ll say it again
- A TROPE IS NOT OVER UNTIL POC DO IT.
- I disdain werewolves. I don’t like the world of it, i can’t do much more of it. But, this was different and I loved it, and it didn’t matter except that it was DIFFERENT
What to pair it with: Fernett and coke. Look it up.
COMMENT DOWN BELOW: What was the first book you read based off your family’s culture?
Until next time, we remain forever drunkenly yours,