This is a short, hard, punch of a book, dark and dreamy like a nightmare. The protagonist, called Eartheater by those around her, is first a little girl and then a teenager, growing up in a slum in Argentina after the death of her mother. She's not the nicest kid - is mostly concerned as to where the next beer's coming from - but she has one particular talent. She eats dirt, and when she does, she gets visions of missing and murdered people. Mostly these people are women, and their families start to leave bottles full of dirt on Eartheater's doorstep, in the hopes that she'll eat the offerings and help them locate their missing loved one. 

It's honestly pretty grim, but the imagery and the language are outstanding. I don't know that I'd call it a hopeful book, for all that a small handful of families get justice and closure, because it's clear that Eartheater's often reluctant efforts are a drop in the bucket that is violence against women. It's a fascinating story, though, and one constructed in such a compelling way. I have to get my own copy of it once this one goes back to the library!