This book is hard to read - not that the words are hard, or the sentence structure is difficult, but that Arturo's life is so difficult. Imagine moving tires all day, then with aching muscles, coming home to a shack made up of crates and tin. The dirt is your floor and crates are your bed. This is the life of Arturo. He keeps his head down, stays invisible because that is how one lives in the city of Juarez just south of the Mexican/American border. And then one day a friend asks him for a favor, a favor that makes Arturo visible.
This is a harsh story, but one that offers the reader a chance to stand in someone else's shoes for a bit and get a taste of someone else's world.
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