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A review by bookgirl4ever
Milagros: Girl from Away by Meg Medina
5.0
Mischievous, intelligent, Milagros grows up on the island of Las Brisas with her mother. Years ago, her father ran off to become a pirate. Just after Carnival, visitors kill all the islanders but Milagros escapes on a dinghy and ends up far north on a new island off the coast of Maine. It is here that Milagros learns her place in the world and makes peace with the loss of her parents and her homeland.
A delightful tale and beautifully written.
Excerpt:
"It was as Rosa had said when they first met the rays. To find joy and magic in life you must look inside yourself and see beyond what others see. See yourself with your own eyes. This was the message that Milagros finally sealed in her own bottle and dropped into the bay with Hector at her side. Together they stood on the pier and blew the bottle toward the ocean for good luck. The current pulled it away slowly, first in the direction of the Winterses' home, and then out to sea. Perhaps, Milagros told him, their bottle would travel the whole world before it found just the right shore. But it would find its way to the right hands eventually. Such bottles always did. And waiting there would be a lonely child, a worried mother, or even the sad ghost of a pirate seeking forgiveness." p. 274-275
A delightful tale and beautifully written.
Excerpt:
"It was as Rosa had said when they first met the rays. To find joy and magic in life you must look inside yourself and see beyond what others see. See yourself with your own eyes. This was the message that Milagros finally sealed in her own bottle and dropped into the bay with Hector at her side. Together they stood on the pier and blew the bottle toward the ocean for good luck. The current pulled it away slowly, first in the direction of the Winterses' home, and then out to sea. Perhaps, Milagros told him, their bottle would travel the whole world before it found just the right shore. But it would find its way to the right hands eventually. Such bottles always did. And waiting there would be a lonely child, a worried mother, or even the sad ghost of a pirate seeking forgiveness." p. 274-275