Maile has been lonely since her mother died and her father and brother left their Hawaiian home. She spends most days with her grandmother-until a girl named Brooke arrives from the mainland. At last Maile has a friend her own age, one who understands her problems-because she has a few of her own.
Brooke is funny and spunky. She doesn't even make a big deal about being treated for cancer and losing all her hair. Maile is happy againuntil she begins to worry that Brooke will get sick and Maile will lose her new friend, too. Maile has heard of magical Hawaiian cures and hopes to get Brooke healthy with a diet of poi and a visit to a kahuna, a healer who lives in the mountains. Instead, Maile discovers the real island magic of ho'oponopono, "how to make things right again," and through her desire to cure Brooke learns the secret to healing her own broken heart.
00-01 Young Reader's Choice Award Program Masterlist
|Product dimensions:||5.16(w) x 7.60(h) x 0.36(d)|
|Age Range:||8 - 12 Years|
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From high on the ridge, Maile could see miles and miles of green sugarcane fields stretching out to the ocean. "Come look, Tutu," she called to her grandmother. She pointed to the sugar plantation town below. "There's Charlie's house and the sugar mill And in the hills the plantation manager's house." As she leaned into the wind, her Hawaiian dress, her muumuu, flapped against her legs. Long strands of her hair swirled behind her.
"I can even see the coast road. And the Ohana, Hotel!"
Tutu Lady stood near the forest, away from the cliffs. "My-lee," she called, "I don't like you so close to the edge."
Hearing her name, Maile turned. "I'll be careful." She took a tiny step farther and looked straight down. There was a whistle of wind below. But in e late morning shadows, the Hawaiian valley where she lived lay hidden by steep lava rock cliffs and the tops of trees. She backed away, a few steps at a time.
Maile jumped off her lava rock lookout, away from the wind. "Wait for me!" She ran to catch up. "I'm coming." Through the trees she spotted her tutu, Whose red dress flashed against the green of the forest.
Tutu Lady waited by a small grove of guava trees. On her feet were her rubber thong sandals. Just like Maile's. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, still tidy and neat, with no loose strands. She smiled when Maile joined her. Then they walked together, searching for the green creeper vines they gathered each summer: the maile vine, Maile's namesake. Gathering the vine was Maile's idea, her owntradition. For her mama.
Deep in the forest, they found what they were looking for. Maile peeled the vine off tree branches and the trunks of trees. She and Tutu Lady sat together, the air cool around them. They stripped off the skin of soft green bark from the vine's woody core. They tied short pieces to long pieces. Then Maile twirled ten long strands, the green bark with the leaves still attached, around and around together. Pieces of vine curled around themselves, forming a garland. At least five feet long! And as they worked, Tutu Lady talked story about Maile's mama. Mostly funny stories that made Maile smile. Sometimes, though, a sad feeling seemed to bubble up from nowhere and then she'd turn away so Tutu Lady wouldn't see. And Tutu Lady, her eyes glittering in the light, as if she had tears in them, sometimes turned away, too.
The shiny green maile leaves filled the air with a hint of licorice. That afternoon, the same soft scent drifted into the lobby of the Ohana Hotel as Maile walked through -- like a barefoot princess, her hair soft and flowing. She wore a maile lei draped over her shoulders, the two ends of the lei left open, hanging below her knees. Small leis of fern hung around her wrists like bracelets. Her long Hawaiian dress swirled around her ankles.
She paused near the reception desk with its giant bouquet of flowers and glanced around. Everything looked the same as last year. The fans that hung down from the ceiling made a soft wup-a-wup sound. Nearby, water splashed in the fountain. She heard a murmur of voices from an alcove off the lobby.
"That you, Maile?" one of the desk clerks asked. She leaned against the gleaming counter. "Philomena will be upset to hear she missed you. Leilani, she'll be sad, too."
Maile nodded. But she couldn't talk about them now.
"We never get to see you." The clerk, who was Philomena's mother, continued. "Too bad Tutu Lady doesn't drive. It must be lonely out in the valley. You get a ride today?"
Maile nodded again, suddenly shy. Of course she'd had a ride. 'Mrs. Chong's fish truck was parked by the front entrance. And Tutu Lady waited, as she always did, by the luggage stand up front so she could see.
Maile touched the shiny leaves around her neck. "I've come . . ." she started to say to Philomena's mother. But her voice sounded bumpy. A lump in her throat made it hard to talk. She looked across the lobby at the familiar photograph in the koa-wood frame -- at hula dancer, an old-timey picture by some famous photographer. The back of her shoulders tightened.
She turned away from the reception desk and walked across the lobby until she stood in front of the picture. To her, the Hawaiian dancer seemed to beckon. To sway.
"Oh, Maile. Can you reach?" Philomena's mother walked around the reception desk. "Here, let me help you."
"I can reach, thanks."
Standing on tiptoe, Maile stretched her arms high and looped her lei over the picture frame. "Aloha,"she whispered. "Aloha nui loa." Hawaiian words for love. The dancer was holding her arms open. So close. Maile smiled at her.
And from inside the koa-wood picture frame, surrounded by the shiny green leaves from the forest, her mama smiled back.Green Mango Magic. Copyright © by Sylvie Hossack. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
i thought this book was a warm, mello story that was very easy to read. The plot is preety good and it is a good book to read on a sunny summer day
i think that this book is so good. it realy explains a lot about how we should always forgive people!! i loved all the hawaiin language! this story really tells a lot about people and feelings!i loved this book and i reccommend it to everyone!!
this was one the best books i've ever read! the friendship between brooke and maile is inspiring!!!!!!!!!!!!!!