👇 A minimalist photo of the book cover (soft background, natural light) + a handwritten sticky note saying: “Fingir cansa. Leer esto también. Pero de otra manera.”
Prieto Sola writes about motherhood, desire, pain, art, and silence with a precision that almost hurts. She doesn’t explain pain; she inhabits it. She doesn’t preach authenticity — she shows you the cost of it. Todo lo que no es fingir - Cristina Prieto Sola...
Have you read it? Or is there a book that made you stop pretending? 👇 A minimalist photo of the book cover
It’s not a self-help manual. It’s not a memoir in the traditional sense. It’s a raw, lyrical excavation of what remains when performance stops — when the masks we wear for family, work, love, and survival finally crack. She doesn’t explain pain; she inhabits it
The title says it all: Everything that is not pretending. Which means: ➤ The awkward truth you avoid saying at dinner. ➤ The exhaustion of smiling when you’re breaking. ➤ The radical act of saying “I’m not okay” without apologizing.