One night Sophie, her mother, and her stepfather are called to a hospital, where Pablo, a five-year-old Mexican boy, is recovering from dehydration. Pablo was carrying the business card of Sophie's step-father - but he doesn't recognize the boy. Crossing the border into Arizona with seven other Mexicans and a coyote, or guide, Pablo and his parents faced such harsh conditions that the boy is the only survivor. Pablo comes to live with Sophie, her parents, and Sophie's aunt Dika, a refugee from the war in Bosnia. Sophie loves Pablo - her Principito, or Little Prince - but after a year, Sophie's parents are able to contact Pablo's extended family in Mexico, and Sophie, Dika, and Dika's new boyfriend and his son must travel with Pablo to his hometown so that he can make a heart-wrenching decision.
Sophie has always been afraid of everything - car wrecks, cancer, becoming an orphan herself. But traveling with Dika, Pablo, Mr. Lorenzo, and Angel - people who have suffered losses beyond Sophie's imagining - changes her perception of danger. Sophie feels a strong connection to Ángel, but she fears losing him almost as much as she enjoys their time together. When a tragic event forces Sophie to take a dangerous journey, she recognizes that life is beautiful even in the midst of death - and that love is worth the risk of losing.
Excerpt from Red Glass
Even before the boy appeared, I thought about the people crossing the desert. I imagined how scrub brush scratched their legs as they walked at night, how the sun dried out their eyes during the day, how their hearts pounded when they threw their bodies to the ground, hiding from la migra. I imagined them pressing their cheeks against the dust, thinking about the happy life they would have if only they reached the end of this desert.
"After a while, Angel said, "Hey, I never told you the real reason i wear shades all the time"I was grateful he changed the subject, "Okay, why do you wear shades all the time?"
"Your beauty would blind me without them"
How wonderful is that? I mean, its just so......beautiful: the word choice. And the culture of Latin America sprouts inside the book too, the guerrillas movement and the pain that the mexican's felt. You get almost a second hand look about the living conditions and state of the Mexican people, and children. Its just soo good! And this is what Sophie says to Angel when he's about to leave to Guatemala (page 152):
"Every time I look at the moon I'll think of you. And this night. And the night in the van with you following the moon. And the first night, remember, when you stepped off the bunk. Moonlight was coming through the window, and sparks were coming off you. Did you know that? Sparks like stars "And every time i see the stars I'll see those sparks again. At first it will be a sad feeling. But over the years it might change to a happy feeling with only a little bit of sadness. And maybe one day when i'm old like Nola and lying on the ground watching the sky, maybe it will fill me with complete happiness to watch the moon and the stars and remember you" I took a deep breath, held it, and waited. My eyes filled with tears. Crickets sand back and forth in waves. In the spaces between their songs, silence.
what can be more romantic than that? I mean really. Oh heres more!
"You really don't know do you?" he said
He smiled, "You have a chispa, even though you try to hide it"
And then Angel gives Sophie a nickname, and nicknames are sign's of affection:
"How much lime are you going to put on that?" Dika asked, her eyes wide.
I ignored her.
Angel came to my defense, "Lime's good for you. Lots of vitamin C, right, lime-girl?"
Dika laughed, a snort that blew Pepsi out her mouth, "Lime girl!"
But Mr. Lorenzo nodded, serious. "In my country, we use limes like medicine, for the sore throat and the cough and the cold. For anything."
I appreciated that Mr. Lorenzo stood up for me. He was quiet and shy and iddn't talk much, just gave Dika a soft-eyed looks every so often.
"Lime-girl" is what Angel started calling me.................................
Red Glass pwns Twilight! Twilight sucks so bad compared to this, no offense Stephanie Meyer