Las cartas de Ana

Hoy encontré un álbum de fotos en el viejo armario. Es muy bonito. Tiene fotos de mis papás y de mis abuelos, de mis tíos y de Midas, mi perro. Pero hay algo raro, ¿por qué yo no salgo en las fotos? ¿Dónde estaba yo?

Simple rhyming, repetitive text describes "the place where you live," from the warm and sunny kitchen smelling of tortillas and hot chocolate to the yard, neighbors, school, library, and front porch.

Lusa is a vain hairball that cannot understand why no one seems to want her around. Undeterred, she sets out to find herself a friend.

A father who likes giving surprises, a mother who invents curious gadgets, eight playful kids, and a tall tree surrounded by beautiful mountains make the perfect setting for a fun and unforgettable picnic day.