It’s been a few months since I’ve been able to read anything that wasn’t inscribed on the stone-etched commandments we call syllabi. However, one of the perks of being a Creative Writing major is that occasionally, one of these required reads will end up meaning more to me than a defensible essay thesis and a couple of quiz grades. Halfway through the semester, my mind was dragging itself through the pages of several literature books and a list of English to Spanish translations. I didn’t hate what I was reading. I just needed something different. An accidental jalapeño seed in my rice and bean burrito, something to stun my senses, wake me up, and leave my eyes a little watery. Love Me Back by Merritt Tierce did just that.