Summer 1992. She is nine years old and her name is Marina, but at school everyone calls her Vocedavecchia. She lives between Seville and Marbella, in the depths of Andalusia, and it is so hot that she doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. Around her there are only women: her mother, who is ill with an illness that is forbidden to talk about, and her grandmother, a former seamstress who is very prone to foul language and who raises her with love and anarchy, without rules and with lots of protein. Her life is a mess. Adult and child at the same time, Marina plays with dolls and already looks at porn magazines. She finds joy in the little things, from her grandmother's cutlets to stickers, and she goes on, with courage and recklessness. That of a nine-year-old, which makes every moment unrepeatable, wonderful, very funny. Like this book.
The cover design features a print of the fabric that the author and her grandmother had bought and used to sew a dress for Elisa as a child and one for her doll.
