Pablo Remembers: The Fiesta of the Day of the Dead by George Ancona
The Spirit of Tío Fernando: A Day of the Dead Story/ El Espíritu de Tío Fernando: Una Historia del Dìa de los Muertos - Janice Levy - Children's Book Press 1995
El Dia De Los Muertos: The Day of the Dead by Mary Dotson Wade
Un Barrilete para el Dia de los Muertos by Elisa Amado
Day of the Dead by Tony Johnson
A Gift For Abuelita: Celebrating The Day of the Dead by Nancy Luenn
The Skeleton at the Feast by Elizabeth Carmichael and Chloe Sayers
El Dia de los muertos by Linda Lowery
Festival of the Bones / El Festival de las Calaveras: The Book for the Day of the Dead by Luis San Vicente and Bobby Byrd
El Dia De Muertos By Ivar Da Coll
Felipa y el Dia del los muertos by Birte Muller
Dia De Los Muertos / All Souls Day (Holidays, Festivals, & Celebrations) by Ann Heinrichs and Mernie Gallagher-Cole (Illustrator)
Celebra El Halloween Y El Dia De Muertos Con Cristina Y Su Conejito Azul/ Celebrate Halloween and the Day of the Dead With Cristina and Her Blue Bunny by Alma Flor Ada and Isabel Campoy
Maria De Flor/ a Day of the Dead Story: Una Historia Del Dia De Los Muertos by Max Benavidez and Maria Elena Castro (Illustrator)
Mi Abuela Ya No Esta: Un Cuento Mexicano Del Dia De Los Muertos by Lori Langer de Ramirez
Ghost Wings by Barbara Joose and Giselle Potter (Illustrator)
Beto and the Bone Dance by Gina Freschet
Maria Molina and the Days of the Dead by Kathleen KrullEl Cucuy by Joe Hayes
Calavera Abecedario: A Day of the Dead Alphabet Book by Jeanette Winter
La Llorona, the Weeping Woman: An Hispanic Legend Told in Spanish and English by Joe Hayes
These are all wonderful books for children, some are marvelously illustrated (eventually they will all make my review section) and a fun way to teach your children and grandchildren about our traditions and folklore.
Gina MarySol Ruiz
Book Tour Announcement...
Author Jeff Biggers will be appearing at the Tattered Cover LoDo Bookstore in Denver, on Friday, Nov. 3rd., 7:30pm, as part of the national tour for his new book, IN THE SIERRA MADRE, which chronicles his sojourn among the Raramuri/Tarahumara in Mexico's Copper Canyon. Biggers is an American Book Award winning author, contributing editor to The Bloomsbury Review, and an NPR contributor. More info can be found at his website: www.jeffbiggers.com
In November, Biggers will also be appearing at:
November 1st: Santa Fe
7pm, College of Santa Fe, Tipton Hall
Santa Fe, New Mexico
Nov. 5th: Tucson
12noon, Loft Theater, Tucson, AZ
Luis Rodriguez recently wrote about Biggers' new book and appearance in LA at the Tia Chucha Cafe Cultural on his blog, http://www.luisjrodriguez.com/blog/:
A close friend of mine, Jeff Biggers, has written a fascinating book, "In the Sierra Madre," published this fall by the University of Illinois Press. The Sierra Madre in Mexico is one of the world's best known mountain ranges; books and movies have been written about it, most famously by B. Traven ("The Treasure of the Sierra Madre").
And topping off Wednesday, November 1, La Bloga's Second Place Writer, Javier Huerta.
First appeared in the Spring 2005 issue of Punto de Partida (UNAM).
Javier is a graduate student of English at UC Berkeley who earned his MFA from the Bilingual Creative Writing Program at UTEP. His manuscript, Some Clarifications was the winner of the 2005 Chicano/Latino Literary Prize from UC Irvine.
La conjetura de los sueños: sobre Lost and Found: Passages through the
Sonora Desert por Maeve Hickey
The Centennial Museum at the University of Texas at El Paso
Many of those objectsfrom babys shoe to bicycle, from toothbrush to
written prayerare gathered and re-animated by Hickey as well, in these
boxed pieces that suggest the conjecture of dreams.Lawrence J. Taylor
Quizás se puede confundir un cinto marrón
con una serpiente, una bicicleta con anteojos.
Tal vez es posible, en el calor de ese desierto,
confundir una cachucha azul con una laguna
o confundir una camisa de mangas largas
tendida en un arbusto con una águila.
No es improbable que al mirar un calcetín
blanco con rayas azules sobre una piedra
uno piense que las nubes besan la tierra.
Sí, es posible en ese desierto ver la puerta
del cielo abrirse y escuchar los ángeles cantar
al solo mirar un zapatito blanco sin cintas.