I feel bad for Jeanine Cummins

A view of the US-Mexico border

There. I said it. From one well-meaning white lady to another, I feel bad for you, Jeanine.

It’s saying a lot that I feel bad for Cummins, given that in general when I see an author with a runaway, smash hit, all I feel is writerly envy and a sincere wish that my own books could find such success. In this case, though, I’m happy not to be in Ms. Cummins’s shoes.