An intimate, award winning story of immigrants and their families, the borders they cross, and the ties that bind us all together.
Fourteen-year-old Clara Luna's name means "clear moon" in Spanish. But lately, her life has felt anything but clear. A letter has arrived from her grandparents in Mexico inviting her to stay with them for the summer. But Clara has never met her father's parents. All she knows is that he snuck over the border from Mexico as a teenager.
When she arrives, she's stunned by how different her grandparents' life is from her own in the United States. They live in simple shacks in the mountains of southern Mexico, where most people speak not only Spanish, but an indigenous language, Mixteco. Their village of Yucuyoo holds other surprises, too—like the spirit waterfall, which is heard but never seen. And Pedro, a young goatherder who wants to help Clara find the waterfall. But as Clara discovers more about where she comes from, what will it mean for who she is now?
What The Moon Saw is an enchanting story of family, home, and discovering your true self in the most unexpected place.
"Filled with evocative language that is rich in imagery and nuance and speaks to the connections that bind us all. . . . a thrilling adventure . . ."—Kirkus Reviews, Starred
"Readers . . . will find themselves swept up in this powerful, magical story, and they’ll feel, along with Clara, ‘the spiderweb’s threads, connecting me to people miles and years away’."—Booklist, Starred
|Publisher:||Random House Children's Books|
|Product dimensions:||5.25(w) x 7.63(h) x 0.65(d)|
|Age Range:||10 - 14 Years|
About the Author
What The Moon Saw is Laura Resau's first novel. The author lives in Colorado.
Read an Excerpt
Moonlight is what started everything, what led me to the edge one May night. Yes, I know I sound like a lunatic, but it’s fitting since Luna is my last name. Clara Luna. Clara Lunatic is what some boys at school call me. I turn red and roll my eyes when they say it, but Mom says this is the way eighth-grade boys flirt. I wish they knew what my name means in Spanish: Clear Moon. I didn’t feel like a clear moon on the day my adventure began, though. More like a fuzzy moon, just a faint light through clouds.
It was the afternoon of my neighborhood’s spring fair, and I was supposed to meet my best friend, Samantha, at one o’clock at the snowball stand, but she was late as usual. I was sweating and waiting in line for a raspberry snow cone when I noticed a miniature Walnut Hill set up on the table next to me. It was an exact replica of my neighborhood—every single house was there! There were little plastic people everywhere—smiling kids with helmets riding bikes on my street, women gardening, couples jogging, a teenager mowing the lawn, people barbecuing on their decks. It was kind of cool, but kind of creepy.
I found my family’s house, and sure enough, the shutters were dark green, and the aluminum siding was tan, just like ours. For some reason I shivered, even though the sun was blazing and sweat was dripping down my neck. In the backyard of our house, under a tree, stood a girl who looked about my age, fourteen. Her skin was lighter than mine and her hair was only down to her shoulders, but still, looking at her gave me goose bumps. Of course, her hair was painted on, so I couldn’t tell if she had the same streak of pumpkin orange underneath where I’d tested blond highlights the month before. She did have the same chubby cheeks, and the same way of standing awkwardly, as though she didn’t know what to do with her hands.
I paid for the snow cone and stayed staring at the tiny neighborhood, licking the syrupy ice.
“Pretty neato, huh?” said one of the mothers at the table behind a sign that read walnut hill neighborhood association. “You see your own house there, hon?”
I pretended not to hear her, and she turned away to talk with another mother about a shoe sale at the mall. Then I did something crazy. I didn’t know why, but I reached over and tried to pick up the plastic girl. She was glued down, and didn’t budge. I reached my other hand over and held down the turf grass as I yanked her up. She came up, but only after half my snow cone had fallen into my miniature yard.
The mother glanced back at me as slush dripped off the tree, making a red puddle where the girl used to be.
Her mouth dropped open, and before she could say anything, I turned and ran.
Samantha walked up to me at the bike racks just as I was fumbling with my bike lock. I could tell she’d spent hours in the bathroom perfecting her makeup, which was probably what made her so late. She begged me to stay and hang out with her for a while. I did, but I made sure we stayed far away from the miniature neighborhood. The rest of the afternoon I didn’t talk much. I felt like a hazy moon, all fogged up with questions that Samantha wouldn’t understand. I’m more than just a plastic doll, aren’t I? Who am I, really? Who did I come from?
On Dad’s side, I had no idea. All I knew was that before I was born, Dad crossed the Mexican border into Arizona, illegally—probably the only time in his life he’d broken a law. He hiked through the desert for three days and two nights, thirsty all the time, careful to stay hidden from the border police. In the cool darkness of night he walked, and during the blazing days he rested in the shade of cacti. Over the next years he picked tomatoes in the Southwest, and apples in the Northwest, and then made his way to the East Coast, where he mowed lawns and fell in love with his En-glish tutor—my mother. He married her and started his own landscaping business. Then I was born and then my little brother, Hector, and we all moved to Walnut Hill, suburban Maryland.
For all my fourteen years I’d never thought much about Mexico—at least not until those questions began taking over my mind like tangled weeds.
The night after I freed the plastic girl, I couldn’t sleep. The moonlight through my window made me restless. I picked up the girl from my nightstand and felt her hard and smooth in my hand. I couldn’t stop fiddling with her, the way I could never help wiggling a loose tooth with my tongue.
After a long time, I slipped the doll into the pocket of my nightgown and crept downstairs, opened the sliding glass doors, and balanced there on the metal edge in my bare feet. The air felt damp and warm for a May night. The grass smelled especially strong, and the trees seemed to be watching me.
I took the first step onto the cold concrete of the pa- tio. There was the hum of the air-conditioning fan, and beyond that, songs of crickets and maybe frogs.
Another few steps. My feet touched the wet blades of grass. This shocked me, woke me up. I walked across a wide stretch of lawn, and the ground squished beneath me like a sponge. I didn’t know where I was headed or why I was headed there.
Once I stepped past the edge of our yard, the grass didn’t feel any different, but I did. On and on I went. Across the Morgans’ lawn, along the Taylors’ fence into the Sweeneys’ yard, around their plastic-lined pond and down their driveway. I cut across the cul-de-sac, through more yards and streets. No cars moving. No people. Purple-blue shadows draped everything. I realized I was making a beeline for the patch of forest that marked the end of Walnut Hill.
I crossed the border between the last trimmed lawn and the tangle of wild grasses. I walked farther and farther into the shadows, weaving in and out of tree trunks, letting my hands run along their rough bark.
I missed this feeling. Until the year before, Samantha and I used to play in these woods together after school. Sometimes we were priestesses who could talk with animals in the Otherworld. Sometimes gypsy dancers living in treetops in the Black Forest. Sometimes scientists collecting insects in the Amazon. I’d always thought it was a magical place during the daytime, but in the moonlight it was more than magi-cal; it was a different world.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Although this book is classified as young adult fiction, adult readers will enjoy it just as much. It's funny, touching, heartwarming, inspiring and magical all at once. The story is fascinating and Resau captures just what it feels like to be a middle schooler trying to find your place in this world. I especially loved the flashbacks of Clara's grandmother's life, Clara's multi-day journey to Mexico, her initial reactions to her grandparents' home and her wonderful adventures with Pedro. Such an amazing story--you won't be able to put it down! Resau is an extremely gifted writer.
I thought that this book was really engaging. I loved it. I loved how the author included the grandmother's past along with her granddaughter's present. I think the author did a really good job with this because you feel for the character. You feel everything the character feels and that makes for a really great page turner book. I mean, when you read this book you feel her anxiety and you can relate to the situations she's in: feeling out of place, being in love for the first time, feeling awkward and unwanted. These are common feelings the the readers, like myself, can relate to and that makes for an AWESOME read. I recommend this book for anyone and everyone. Well men might not like this book as much unless they can get in touch with their softer sides but still this is a great story.
I absolutely adored this book! It's the story of 14-year-old Clara Luna, who lives in suburban Maryland with her family. Her father, who crossed the border from Mexico illegally many years ago, never speaks of his parents or his youth in Mexico. One day, just as she is feeling restless and yearning for something, Clara receives a letter from her grandparents, inviting her to visit them in rural Mexico. When she arrives, at first she is shocked at the way they live, and doesn't think she will be able to survive without the conveniences and luxuries she is accustomed to back home. She begins to explore the wilderness around Yucuyoo, her grandparents' village. She makes friends with Pedro, a young goatherder, and learns about healing from her grandmother. Clara's story is alternated with chapters narrating her grandmother, Helena's, experiences growing up in the late 1930s and discovering her own healing abilities. Finally, with the help of her grandparents, Pedro, and the beautiful natural surroundings, Clara finally comes to feel like her "inside matches her outside." This one is definitely a keeper, one that I fully intend to pass onto my own children someday. Highly, highly recommended.
When Carla feels the pull of unknown forces, leaving her restless and unhappy, her parents send her to stay with grandparents in Mexico. There, she learns of her family's legacy, and gains appreciation for her own special gifts.
Clara is a fourteen-year-old who has never met her father's parents. They live in a tiny village in Mexico that her father left almost twenty years ago. Clara feels restless in her life, not sure if she fits in with her friends and wonders why she feels so different from the others. Then a letter arrives from her grandparents inviting her to spend the summer with them in Yucuyoo, their village. When Clara arrives, she is amazed at how at home she feels there. Over the months she will discover both herself and the story of her grandmother as a girl.I can't express how much I adored this novel. It is a magical story written with expression and vivid details that bring Yucuyoo to life. I just have to share some of this writing with you:"With my eyes closed, the sound of the waterfall became clearer. And other sounds stood out. It was like listening to a song on the radio, and picking out the guitar, then the piano, and the violin, and all the other instruments, one by one. In this song there were insects' wings drumming in waves, and about seven different bird tunes, calling back and forth."See how evocative it is, taking you through different senses into an immediate relationship with nature and this special place. What I enjoyed most about Clara's character was the ease with which she immersed herself in her grandparents' world. I didn't miss the drawn out anguish of a girl separated from her hairdryer and DVDs at all. Instead this was the story of a teen discovering herself and answering her own questions about who she really is. Share this novel with teens who also wouldn't mind losing their iPods for awhile. It is for people who are searchers in life, looking beyond the surface into the depths below. You know these kids, and they will love this novel.
This story was so full of feeling, as Clara learns who she is you feel connected to her and her family. You start to learn who you are too.