Barana’s magical connection to sea turtles makes her life as the invisible middle child in her Honduran family almost bearable. Abby is a photography-obsessed American loner who can’t wait for the end of sixth grade. When poachers threaten Barana’s village after a devastating storm, she thinks she’s the only one who cares until fate brings Abby to Honduras. The girls reluctantly join forces to stop the thieves, which will either forge a lifelong friendship or cost them their lives. HOOT + THE WATER BEARS
Barana woke to the crescent moon-shaped scar tingling between her shoulder blades, calling her to the beach. To Luna. Barana turned to face Tulu’s side of the room. Her brother’s body was still, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
Barana slipped out of bed and tiptoed to their door. She pushed the curtain aside and entered the main room of the small wooden house that teetered on stilts above the sand. Papá snored from the other bedroom. Mamá was probably cuddled up next to him with Marisol. The baby was like a tick, always attached to Mamá’s body.
Nobody would notice Barana’s absence.
The tingling on her back turned to a persistent prickle. She hadn’t sensed Luna all season. As far as she knew, her leatherback turtle had yet to lay a clutch. Maybe tonight would be the night.
Barana slipped on her chancletas and opened the front door. The waves and crickets muffled her footsteps as she stepped off the rickety stairs and onto the shimmering sand.
The palm trees sang and the moon above smiled. Guided by Luna’s call, the warm breeze, and the sea, Barana approached her favorite place on earth––the place where turtles roamed, where turquoise waters met the Caribbean sky—la playa.