OK graphic novel about a pregnant girl who's financee died on his second day of work at the World Trade Center on 9-11, and all the obstacles she went through to get some real help with her situation. He was from South America, so it made things harder. Well done book. Nice art. ( )

A classic example of the difference between an interesting life and an interesting story. The illustrations are lovely, but they don't make up for (or transform) a disjointed narrative that never figures out what to say. (Other than "That was a horrible year.") I feel terrible for Torres, but this book doesn't turn her grief into anything more than grief. ( )

This is a memoir by a young woman, 7 months pregnant, whose husband died in the World Trade Center on 9/11. She talks of the lack of information, the kindly support turning eventually into resentment, the red tape, and the press.
Torres says that she thought her story needed to be a graphic book because the tragedy was so much about images. It's beautifully told, and the art work is lovely.

This is a graphic novel about a woman who's husband died in the World Trade Center on 9/11--particularly tragic because she was 7 1/2 months pregnant at the time and his first day of work there was 9/10. I expected this to be a story about her love for her husband and how she managed to live her life with her son after the tragedy, but I was a little disappointed. Mostly this focused instead on how hard she had to work to get any aid from charities and how the charities were constantly ripping her off. ( )

I liked how the author showed the wrinkles in what I had assumed was a clean story of American overabundance in grief and sympathy. I appreciated how Torres showed that difficult interactions with the Red Cross, volunteers, and even friends--who were jealous of her "tragedy payments"--contributed to her grief, and made her feel more alone. Particularly in a disaster that affected so many Americans, directly and indirectly. ( )