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Crossing over the border is a dangerous business...
America is not the land of opportunity they had hoped. A new language, hard labor, and the constant ...
Crossing over the border is a dangerous business...
America is not the land of opportunity they had hoped. A new language, hard labor, and the constant threat of la migra -- the immigration police--make every day a difficult challenge. But for feisty Lupita, there is always hope for a better manana -- tomorrow.
To help her poverty-stricken family, 13-year-old Lupita enters California as an illegal alien and starts to work while constantly on the watch for "la migra."
Pressing herself flat against the rear wall of Senor Aguilar's hotel near the Avenida Ruiz, Lupita Torres bided her time. When she heard the doors of the big green yanqui car shut and the tourist start the engine, she slid forward, scraping her back on the rough white stucco. Sucking in her breath, Lupita nervously fingered the skirt of her faded cotton dress. Would the doorman shout at her not to hang around the elegant hotel?
Quickly Lupita stuck her head out and gave the front of the hotel a sweeping glance with her dark eyes. A sudden gust of hot September wind blew a lock of her long, black hair forward. She pulled it back, muttering in Spanish.
A second glance told her that the front entrance of the three-story Mexican hotel was deserted. Bueno! No one would catch her. The thin-legged thirteen-year-old moved swiftly around the side of the building to the iron steps that led to the higher floors. Her brown limbs flashing in the sunshine, Lupita ran up the steps past the first and second floors. Her hand twisted the knob of the thirdfloor door, and she slipped inside and stood in the middle of the long, gold-carpeted hallway.
Si! Yes, there was her mother's cleaning cart down the corridor to the left. What a good job Mama had as chambermaid in Senor Aguilar's hotel! Working here was much better than working in a bad-smelling fish cannery down on the bay of Ensenada.
Lupita moved warily toward the cart, noticing the mound of dirty sheets and used towels in the canvas hamper on one side and the array of neatly folded clean linen, bottles, and cans of cleanser below. Mama' probably was inside the room by the cart, number 310,changing the bed. She would be happy to see Lupita, who had just finished an errand in the neighborhood. Perhaps Mama' would permit her to help lift the big mattress and tuck the white sheet under it or polish the mirror in the glittering bathroom. How the tourists must delight in the gleam of metal and porcelain! What joy they must take in the wide, velvet-covered bed, the brick walls, and the heavy blue-green draperies Senor Aguilar provided for them.
"Mama, it's Lupita Manana," Lupita called out very softly, as she slipped inside and half closed the door behind her. Her mother was not in the bedroom. She must be in the bathroom, perhaps scrubbing the pink tub. Lupita called out again and walked over the shaggy royal-blue carpeting to open the bathroom door.
But her mother was not there either. Where was she then? Down the hall at the maid's closet, of course, getting more supplies. Lupita sighed. That's where she must go to find her even at the risk of discovery.
Perhaps a tourist might come out of a room and catch her in the hall as had happened just last week. The sudden appearance of the yanqui in swimming trunks had frightened Lupita into statuelike stiffness. The tall, bald man, white as fish flesh, flicked a glance at her out of his queer, pale eyes, but he said nothing. After he looked at her, he continued on his way downstairs to the swimming pool Senor Aguilar maintained for his guests. The sea was too salty for them., said Mama, when Lupita asked her about the man. Mama' laughed when Lupita described bow fast he walked on his stiltlike legs and bow jerky his movements were.
Lupita sucked in some air for courage and went out past the bed to the open door. There she looked out and listened. Si, there was some noise from the linen closet, small sounds of someone moving around. Mama!
Lupita went out into the hall, blessing the deep-pile carpet that covered the sound of her footsteps, and ran noiselessly to the maid's closet.
"Eh?" the woman there cried out softly, turning around. "Who is it?"
Lupita gaped at her. This woman was not her mother but Josefa, another chambermaid, the one who tended to the first floor. Plump, wrinkled Josefa looked at Lupita, who leaned against the wall. "Si, it is Carmela's daughter, the one they call Lupita Manana." She nodded as she put her hands into the deep pockets of the yellow-cotton coat all the hotel employees had to wear. "Is it true that you are called Lupita Manana because when your father does not catch as many fish as he wants, you always say, "Tomorrow, manana, you will catch more, Papa?"
"Si, that is what I say. Where is my mother?"
"Ah, she has gone home. Senor Aguilar sent her home when Captain Ortega's son came here to the hotel for her. I am doing your mother's work on this floor now."
Lupita felt a sudden stab of fright. Josefa doing her mother's work? The Torres family had to have the money her mother's job brought them. Had Senor Aguilar become angry about something Mama had done and taken her job away? Had that long-legged tourist complained about seeing Lupita in the hall last week? And why had Captain Ortega, the captain of the tuna boat Papa' worked on, sent his oldest son here to Marna'? The Ortega boat, La Estrella, must have come back to Ensenada from the fishing trip it had left on six days ago. Then Papa too was home again!
Lupita stammered, "Captain Ortega has come back?"
"Certainly Ortega is back," Josefa replied. "If Ortega sends his boy here, Ortega is back, foolish one."
"Senora, why did Mama go home?" Lupita asked anxiously.
"I don't know. Who tells me anything? Senor Aguilar told me about the boy and your mother's going home. Then he ordered me to do the work up here, too." Josefa waved her hand. "Go home, girl, and find out. Do not pester me. I have much to do today." She added, grumbling, "Who knows when your mother will return?"Lupita Manana. Copyright © by Patricia Beatty. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Posted October 8, 2011
I love to read. In fact, I read for fun. This book is for 7th grade and is not my favorite. But maybe that is because it is for school. Try it YOU might like it!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 26, 2008
I'm from Puerto Rico, so, sorry if I say a word worng...anyway, this book is awesome! I read this book becouse I have to make a book report in my school, but this story is...I don't have any words in my mouth...Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 31, 2007
I read this book in one sitting and couldn't help crying for the families that have to be torn apart because of poverty in Mexico. This book can lead to many discussions about illegal alien issues and what should be done. No one has all the answers to the problem, but this book can help young people (and their parents) be more aware of illegals and the problems they face.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 13, 2006
Posted November 29, 2006
This book is an amazing piece of literature. It depicts the series of events that occur everyday. It states a story of two siblings coming to america for a chance to leave poverty behind them. They face obstacles and challenges as do many people who cross the border everyday. i DO NOT believe this story makes children believe we shouldn't have borders, it states information about REAL LIFE and gives children and those who read the book a new meaning of what immigration is all about. Not only is the book about immigration but also of struggles to survive in the United States while trying to reach a way out of poverty.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 10, 2006
Posted October 14, 2004
this book is so great...and touching...i mean look a poor girl has the courage to cross the border and i am aginst wat the liberal propaganda says because its not brainwashing anyone all its doing is making the kids from usa see how the life of kids,the same age, feel when they are suffering in debtWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 31, 2004
The story itself is warm and touching. That is, if you overlook the fact that it is liberal propaganda. Obviously aimed at children in an attempt to brainwash them into thinking we shouldn't have borders and that illegal immigration is a necessity. Oh, and my real rating was ZERO stars, but you can't post without at least one.
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Posted July 16, 2002
Patricia made a great decision to write this book. She was so realistic about everything. The way most people struggle trying to get into the United States just like Salvador and Lupita.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.