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Count on Me: A Las Comadres Book Giveway

Submitted by on December 12, 2012 – 6:52 am10 Comments

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Sisterhoods and Fierce Friendships. Amigas del alma. Says it all about powerful friendships, doesn’t it?

That’s from the subtitle of the newly released Count on Me: Tales of Sisterhoods and Fierce Friendships (Atria Books).

From the national networking group Las Comadres Para Las Americas, founded by Nora de Hoyos Comstock. The book is edited by Adriana V. López and features stories from 11 Latina writers and one Latino man, all focused on the friendships that have helped them deal with the tough stuff.

In the video below, Comstock talks about Las Comadres and details the book and authors, which include abiola Santiago, Luis Alberto Urrea, Reyna Grande, and Teresa Rodríguez, and many more.

The Giveaway

The publisher is giving away one book to a Tiki Tiki reader.

All you have to do is tell us something about your most fierce friendship, about your Comadre.

The giveaway runs through midnight, Sunday, Dec. 16. The winner will be chosen at random.

What They’re Saying

“Intimate, interesting and always entertaining, Count on Me is filled with much LTLC– Latina Tender Loving Care: readers everywhere will surely cherish it — for it is not only a wonderfully written book, but one to be kept and cherished by future generations.”– Oscar Hijuelos, Pulitzer Prize winner & author, The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love.

“A wonderful chorus of lovely, distinctive voices, rich in humor, tragedy, and compassion.” — Diana Gabaldon, Award-winning Author of the Outlander series.

 Get Yours

To order the book go to Countonmebook.com or get the book for Kindle, itunes and Nook.


disclosure: This post is an official stop during the Count On Me: Tales of Sisterhoods and Fierce Friendships Condor Book Tour. I did not receive compensation. 




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  • My most fierce friendship with a Comadre is with my friend and sister, Gabriella. She was born when I was thirteen and a half years old. Growing up with a brother just a few years younger than me, I had always wished for a sister and was so overjoyed when my dream had finally come true. (It turns out that my brother ended up becoming one of my best friends, too, after all the years of fighting as kids.)

    Watching her grow up, I have to say I did not really think of her as a sister – we were a generation apart. We did not interact very much, since I was gone most of the time, and because of the age difference, we never had much to talk about. She was this little girl who greatly looked up to me and whom I hardly knew.

    As she was going through college, and I had entered my 30s, our relationship evolved. I finally started to see her as an adult, and having survived my tumultuous 20s, I had enough perspective and words of wisdom to share with her. Our conversations changed. We talked about things that I never talked about with my brother. But she had started to acquire some of her own wisdom – she was no longer that little girl. She was my true sister.

    • nilki says:

      This is a very sweet story, Alexandra. I totally connected with your statement: “having survived my tumultuous twenties”. Although I had friends during those times, it seems like now in my 30s I could connect better with someone who would be a real comadre, and I wonder if that’s one of the privileges of “growing up”…having the ability to “get” a comadre?!?

      Thanks to Tiki Tiki and everyone who has supported Condor Book Tours throughout the years, you’re all my comadres whom I know I can count on in the blogosphere!

  • Monica says:

    The best part of my friendship with my best friend is that we can go years with limited contact and still pick up right where we left off. I miss her terribly, and though we are separated by half a continent, she still makes me happy, smile, and relax. :)
    Monica´s last [fabulousness] ..Latino Children’s Literature: 3 Things You Can Do to Make a Difference

  • I’m lucky to have many fabulous, strong, intelligent women in my life, but my ultimate comadre is my sister. She’s the best person I have ever knows. She fights for what’s right (she was on the human right’s commission in Berkeley) and never compromises. She’s hilarious, loyal, is a great cook and a beautiful artist. She’s a great lawyer and an excellent mom.

  • Natalia says:

    A una de mis mejores no la veo desde hace más de la mitad de mi vida y cada vez que nos comunicamos, la amistad sigue igual de bonita.

  • The friends that have held my hand through the really really tough stuff – I am so grateful.

  • My comadre lets me be me without fear of judgement. She does plenty of judging, but her opinions are highly valued and ones I seek. Being true with her makes me a better person all around. Thanks for the great giveaway!

  • maria ramirez says:

    My comadre is my brothers wife i was 7 when they got married she was 20 and little did I know she would be my most best and fierce comadre a girl could have. we have been there for each other though the loss of parents and her daughter. There isnt anything that I wouldnt do for her, I love her so much, our relationship is truely one of the best relationships that a woman could ever have (Except my husband). My comadre is the best!!!! If I win i will give the copy of this book to her or maybe well sit and have coffe and read together.

  • My most fierce friendship is fierce, I think, because of how it has changed and grown and evolved throughout the years. We met when we were only 5, became best friends at 7, stopped hanging out at 8, became best friends again at 15, made all our teenage/young adult mistakes together, broke each others’ hearts, forgave each other, grew apart, then close again. And mysteriously, despite all the changes that life brings in all the time, despite living in different cities, countries, continents, and moving around all the time, we always seem to end up in the same path, time and again, with the same trust, love, and affinity between us. I don’t have a biological sister, but I sure have a spiritual one.

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