Wow. I could not put this down. This is the story of two that represent the many.
Carla lives in
When the story begins, she is eleven years old, living with her grandmother and
twin toddler brothers. Carla’s mother “made
it” to the Tegucigalpa, Honduras
to find work so she could send money back home. Carla begins telling her story “My
mother left when I was five years old.”
Times are very hard, there is little money, poor housing, no plumbing, no schools, gangs,
crime a constant fight for survival.
There are two ways to escape. Try
to make a run for the border or sniff glue. U.S.
After Carla’s grandmother dies, desperation turns to desperate acts and Carla and Junior, her remaining brother, make a run for the
border to get to their mother in U.S. . Austin, Texas
This story is told in alternating chapters:
Carla. Alice . Carla. Alice .
We can almost understand and identify with Alice’s struggle. We can see ourselves in her somewhere. We
might even know her. But not so Carla’s
story. We see on the news the story of
children being sent to or escaping to the Alice
to live and try to find work. Carloads
of them. Truckloads. Frightened, hungry, drifting, lost
children. But do we really know what the
journey of these mere children, is? U.S.
I wasn’t sure how, if or when the lives of Alice and Carla were going to intersect. The author probably fed clues but I was so engrossed in Carla’s story I wasn’t looking for clues, I was absorbing the story.
We lead very sheltered lives.