MAS BOOK CLUB a look into Natalie and Sway in Caramba by Nina Marie Martinez
MAS BOOK CLUB a look into Natalie and Sway in Caramba by Nina Marie Martinez
Reading Caramba! A Tale Told In The Turn of the Cards by Nina Marie Martinez was a very fun experience for me. It took me back to the good ol' days when I was a little girl and growing up with the calendarios of the Aztec princess we collected every year since they were FREE at the local panaderia.
It also reminded me of the novelas I used to watch with my mom with the love triangles and the sordid love affairs and even some shoot 'em up bang bang and narcotraficantes thrown in the mix for good measure.
You see, other than the main characters, Consuelo and Natalie who have known each other since the second grade there are an array of colorful characters as well.
The story starts when Consuelo, better known as Sway admits to just having had murdered a man.
"A few days ago I decided to start excercisin. IN case you haven't noticed, I'm growin quite a gut and I just can't imagine givin up the finer things in life such as menudo or carne asada."
I can certainly relate to her dilema by the way. As I sit here I can feel my pansita get bigger and bigger. Pero ay le sigo comiendo. (But here I continue to eat)
Of course a girl like Sway ain't got no workout outfits, right? So she puts on a pair of cutoffs and a t-shirt. And even though her dead mother's spirit tells her "A girl dressed like you can't have no good intentions, you little sin verguenza" she heads out the door.
No sooner had she walked out the door that she notices a guy slowing down to take a look. Well, since she's used to it she just keeps going. She's too busy worrying about all the calories she must be burning to care about this vato checking her out.
"Out of nowhere there's a screechin of the brakes, and the next thing I know, there's a dead man in the street."
hahahah brings a whole new meaning to DROP DEAD GORGEOUS, right? But let's continue...
She bit her bottom lip, then elaborated, "There was this little old guy tryin to cross the street and he got himself runned over because some pervert was busy checkin out my nalgas. He was even usin the crosswalk."
She felt bad for about half a second until Natalie reminded her it wasn't her fault this happened. I mean how could it be? She wasn't driving right?
"Well I hope you're not feeling bad about it, because it ain't by any means your fault. That's just the price of bein purty."
Then she reminds her it's Saturday and wonders what the plan is.
**You can find this and more on the first few pages of the first chapter.
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