“Marco’s heart swelled with pride at his culture. Maybe it was the coquito, but his eyes teared at this beautiful Reyes celebration, heavenly food, lush green mountains, clean air, and his family’s delighted faces. He felt sorry for the stiff people at the Casino de Puerto Rico, pretending to be jíbaros and eating food half as delicious as this. Actually, no. He didn’t feel sorry for them. It was precisely what they deserved.” FreedomCompellingAlienationFeminist FictionArtistic SacrificeCultural AuthenticityMulti GenerationalPolitical LandscapeRural BeautyU S Colonial Period Book:A Delicate Marriage Source: A Delicate Marriage