- Title: The Virgin of Zapopan
- Author: Robert Decker
- Publisher: Power Plot Publishing.
- Form: Hardcover
- Illustrated: ---
- Number of Pages: 259
- ISBN: 978-0-9798808-1-0
- Price: $14.95 + $0.00 (Shipping) = $14.95
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Raised in the shadow of Zapopan’s sacred Basilica, María Sánchez, at the age of eighteen, begins a new life as a maid in Guadalajara. Wholesome and innocent, but unschooled and frequently confused and abused, she is unaware that her rare, exotic beauty will thrust her into a life of unspeakable turmoil, with some occasional tender moments as well.
Why is she known throughout Mexico as the Virgin of Zapopan? Why does her own mother say she should be burned at the stake as a witch, while others compare her to Cinderella? Why must she choose between the love of two men from opposite civilizations?
Excerpts:
María picked up a brush and stroked her hair; it fell straight as a waterfall over her shoulders, splashing slightly outward at the very end. Her hair was as black as the obsidian knife blades of her Chimalhuacan ancestors and nearly as glossy. She surveyed her image in the mirror. Certainly she was not glamorous, but she had the best features of the Mexican mestiza: half Spanish, half Indian, and all woman.
“Sometimes I think you must be the nicest girl in all of Guadalajara,” Jim said, trying perhaps to rid his thoughts of Helen for a moment. “I’ve noticed other maids. You don’t seem like them at all. You looked so attractive the day I came to the Alvarados’ apartment, I’d have thought you were anything but a maid. Why, you looked more like a model.”
María thanked him for the compliment but said that she had certainly never considered anything like that. But to herself she said, “If he only knew!”
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The young Rarámuri threw a sheet across the girl’s body, and said, “May your soul not pass from your eyes this night.” He stared down at her for a moment, as if admiring a delicate flower. “Tell me again what you are called.”
María had already closed her eyes.
“María Sánchez,” she murmured, then suddenly opened her eyes widely, as her body stiffened at the realization of her mistake.
“Lola ... Lola Moreno is my name.”
“Then sleep in peace, Lola, for tomorrow we plant the grain.”
As Tomo returned to his own bed of straw, Maria stared after him. “My name is Lola Moreno!” she called out. “Lola Moreno!”
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