It was OK, I guess? I expected more fire, given the title. Burn Baby Burn is more of a slow simmer, though, without much payoff. I sped through it in an afternoon, and while it was not a bad book with which to pass the time sitting outside, it also wasn’t too remarkable.
There were a few places that Meg Medina made me angry—in a good way. It’s 1977. Nora Lopez is 17, and…