Bazterrica displays her literary work ethic; a poetics of rigor and cadence, of detail and vertigo, where every word matters and every silence weighs heavily.

This is not a book about writing. It is the record of the desire and pain of someone who, page by page, allows herself to be devoured by literature in order to barely stay alive.

The author imagines with her body, corrects with her bones, breathes through letters, and polishes each sentence as if her life depended on it. Each phrase pulsates, stings, burns. Reading to write, writing to live. And inevitably surviving through literature.