Ponme otro vino, que aún te veo feo

A blend of outspoken memoir, essay on love, and self-help that pokes fun at itself, this book is a sharp mirror reflecting the romantic histories of any woman between thirty and fifty: from infatuations that smell of expensive perfume to disillusionment that smells of burnt smoke, from urgent and delicious sex to nights of existential emptiness, from promising beginnings to heartbreaking endings. There are no fairy tales here. There's raw emotion, laughter, sex, and epic missteps. Men who inspire dreams… and others who only inspire blocked WhatsApp messages. But above all, there's a liberating conclusion: you're not alone in this emotional chaos we call love life. Sibila Freijo —who is also the protagonist of this "romantic carousel"— fires mercilessly through short pieces, uncomfortable truths, intimate revelations, and exciting adventures with the lucidity that comes with maturity, but without losing her enthusiasm. Because in the end, no one comes out unscathed from the game of love, but we all keep betting.