Even the Dead Get Up for Milk / Hasta los muertos se levantan por leche

What happens to a young boy when the only house in town his family can rent is an old, dark, vacant funeral home, and only he sees a strange family sitting at the kitchen table in the middle of the night drinking warm milk?

Award-winning poet Chris Holaves answers this question in a humorous rhyming verse told in both English and Spanish in Even the Dead Get Up for Milk / Hasta los muertos se levantan por leche. The post modern, pen and ink drawings by John Goomas increase the reader's suspense. Sour smells, flickering lights, and large, empty, shadow-filled rooms stir the young boy's imagination and send him scurrying to hide under his covers. Ghostly shapes tease him as he overcomes his fear of this unusual home. Bilingual vocabulary lists and talking points about a child's fear of the dark and what the child can do to conquer this fear complete this first in a series of bilingual books for children.

Night after night in the "Tombs" of an old funeral home, a terrified boy bravely repeats to himself, "I am my father's son."  But will these words be enough to help him survive his paralyzing fear and turn this house into "Home Sweet Home"?

Noche tras noche en las "Tumbas" de una casa funeraria vieja, un muchacho aterrorizado repite valientemente a si mismo, "Soy el hijo de mi padre."  ¿Pero bastarán estas palabras para ayudarlo a sobrevivir su miedo paralizante y convertir esta casa en "Hogar Dulce Hogar"?

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