“[de la Cerda's] tactics succeed in creating the enchanting feeling that one is sitting across from each narrator, being told their stories as a close confidante. . . . The author’s demand that we bear witness to the senseless murders, in all their gruesomeness, of these bright young women is sobering and commendable.” —Kirkus Reviews
“Dahlia de la Cerda is the armed wing of morras who write, the long-awaited apostle of morras who help morras. Barrio counterwriting, misoprostol mixed with weed, narcocorrido tweets, a fuckload of violence, Dahlia’s books are all or nothing—luxury literature that is proletarian, radical, and carnal for our era of idiots and cowards.” —Gabriela Wiener, author of Undiscovered
“This book has the force of an ocean gully: it sucks you in, drags you through the mud, and then cleanses you.” —Andrea Abreu, author of Dogs of Summer
“I couldn’t put this book down! Equal parts punk, brilliant, and urgent, with a side of Mexican goth. Dahlia de la Cerda’s blend of raw, at times brutal storytelling is exactly what we need right now. A force on its own that refuses to be tamed, the writing here is a literary gift.”—Julián Delgado Lopera, author of Fiebre Tropical
“The brutal, fascinating, and truthful stories in Reservoir Bitches describe, without indulgence, the highly complex reality of young women in Mexico.” —Berna González Harbour, El País
“It’s been a long time since I’ve read a book like this: the kind that makes you feel like your chest is going to explode.” —María Teresa Priego-Broca, La Silla Rota
“A small monument to transgressive literature, hard, soft, romantic, and painful.” —Gerardo Lima Molina, Tierra Adentro
“Dahlia de la Cerda’s work has become a reference point for its groundbreaking characters, for its fusion of expressionism and irony.” —Manuel García Pérez, Mundiario