Growing up in Minneapolis, Dolores Moore always felt different. Dark hair, dark skin, and even darker eyes—she looked nothing like the Moore family of Norwegian ancestry. Born in Colombia and brought to the Twin Cities as an infant, Dolores grew up in a world filled with love and attention. Now 35, single, and an out-of-work cartographer, she grieves the loss of her mothers, Jane and Elizabeth. Her head buzzes with the chatter of all the women who cared for her—and guards a secret she has never revealed: Dolores has spent her life hearing
their voices long after they were gone. At Jane’s deathbed, she promises to visit Cali—the city of her birth—and experience the cultural beauty of where she came from. In the old Victorian house that is now hers, Dolores discovers a hand-drawn map and resolves to follow it. In Colombia, she is grateful for the kindness of strangers who quickly become friends, and for the breadcrumb trail that leads toward the mystery of her birth parents and their tragic deaths. To her surprise, she feels at home in this beautiful country she has only visited in dreams. Guided by the ever-present voices of “her ladies,” Dolores finds the courage to finally chart a map of her very own. Narrated between the past and present, this story explores the fierce bonds of family and the importance of knowing where you come from. I highly recommend this beautiful novel, filled with family, a little bit of magical realism, and hope for the future. ⭐⭐⭐⭐
