Castro claims her ingredients from the fertile ground of South Texas Latinx cultures and conjures an original tale that insists upon the power of voices often ignored or silenced. The Queen of the Cicadas raises the tiny hairs on the back of your neck (“next time you hear that scratch or howl . . . it is not science in the room”) and inspires a restiveness I’m not sure I’m ready to name.
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