There are things in our blood that are just naturally passed down to us, whether we want to recognize them or not.

Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in.

Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America?

A mother isn’t the person who births you; it’s the person who rears you and shows you love.

Being Latino means being from everywhere, and that is exactly what America is supposed to be about.

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls.

Janet Mock's honest and sometimes searing journey is a rare and important look into la vida liminal, one that she manages to negotiate remarkably well, with grace, humor, and fierce grit. Mock doesn't only redefine what realness means to her, but challenges us to rethink our own perceptions of gender and sexuality, feminism and sisterhood, making this book a transcendent piece of American literature.