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A Cuban Girl's Guide to Tea and Tomorrow



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A New York Times bestseller
A Reese Witherspoon x Hello Sunshine Book Club YA Pick

Love & Gelato meets Don’t Date Rosa Santos in this charming, heartfelt story following a Miami girl who unexpectedly finds love—and herself—in a small English town.

For Lila Reyes, a summer in England was never part of the plan. The plan was 1) take over her abuela’s role as head baker at their panadería, 2) move in with her best friend after graduation, and 3) live happily ever after with her boyfriend. But then the Trifecta happened, and everything—including Lila herself—fell apart.

Worried about Lila’s mental health, her parents make a new plan for her: spend three months with family friends in Winchester, England, to relax and reset. But with the lack of sun, a grumpy inn cook, and a small town lacking Miami flavor (both in food and otherwise), what would be a dream trip for some feels more like a nightmare to Lila…until she meets Orion Maxwell.

A teashop clerk with troubles of his own, Orion is determined to help Lila out of her funk, and appoints himself as her personal tour guide. From Winchester’s drama-filled music scene to the sweeping English countryside, it isn’t long before Lila is not only charmed by Orion, but England itself. Soon a new future is beginning to form in Lila’s mind—one that would mean leaving everything she ever planned behind.


Chapter 1 1
Call it whatever you like. A vacation. A high school graduation present. Maybe even an escape. All I know is I’m as far from Miami as I’ve ever been.

I’m here because the Cuban Remedy failed. It’s forever ancient and reads like a recipe. Though the ingredients may vary from family to family, the goal is always the same: suffer heartbreak and your family will fix you. Except no amount of food and family could heal my heartbreak, so like a plotline from one of Mami’s telenovelas, they tricked me instead.

“Next, please.” The London Heathrow customs officer waves me forward. “The purpose of your visit, miss?” he asks after I hand over my passport.

Two seconds pass, then four, then my blatant lie. “Vacation.”

I keep quiet because one of my summer hosts, Spencer, is waiting, and me getting hauled into secondary screening sits right up there with teeth pulling and gyno exams. But Dios, how I want to go full force on this officer and this entire day. I barely resist leaning close to his dapper blue customs uniform and snarling, “I. Am. Here. Because not only did my most beloved abuelita die, but within two months of her death, my best friend abandoned me, and my boyfriend of three years dumped me right before prom. I call it the trifecta. Apparently, I wasn’t getting over it all fast enough so my family sent me here to ‘cool down.’ I didn’t want to come to your England, but my mami pulled out her greatest trick of all, even more powerful than guava pastries and other common Cuban heartbreak remedies. She pulled out Abuela. So to answer your question, I have no purpose for being here.”

Thwack. The officer stamps my passport and slides it toward me. “Enjoy your stay.”

Not bloody likely.

Two hours later, after a near-silent bus ride followed by a totally silent cab ride, the driver drops us off at a place I’ve only seen in pictures. Unfortunately, they forgot to add sunshine. I’m shivering under a bland sky as Spencer wrestles my two large suitcases from the trunk.

So this is Winchester, Hampshire, England.

I cross the narrow street and approach the Owl and Crow Inn. Like many of the buildings we passed in town, the Owl and Crow looks like something straight out of a Jane Austen novel. The massive wedding cake of orangey-red brick towers over the neighborhood. Climbing ivy twists from the portico, traveling around the three-story inn with avenues of green veins. History—this place bleeds it.

Nothing in Miami is this old. Not even Señora Cabral, who still hobbles into my family’s bakery every Monday and was tan vieja before my parents were even born, is this old.

Spencer Wallace rolls my bags under a rose-draped arbor. Seeing Spence here, instead of in Miami when he’s visited with his wife and son, makes me realize how much his entire look blends into his brick-and-mortar inn. Newly graying red hair. Tight goatee and moustache combo. He even wears a heavy tweed blazer. And it was this, the first glimpse of my distant family member at the airport, that made my journey even more surreal than when I boarded my flight. Mami and Papi have sent me to a foreign country where men wear tweed blazers. In June.

“Come along then, Lila,” Spencer says from the doorway.

“Cate should be back from the physio by now. Nice and toasty inside.” He bumps into my shoulder when he shuts the door behind us. “Sorry,” he says, and casts another concerned glance at my traveling outfit, the same one he’s been side-eyeing since I exited customs. As I discovered all throughout Heathrow Terminal Five, my white jeans, gold sandals, and flimsy hot pink tank aren’t typical choices for England vacations, even in early summer. But it’s perfectly normal for my Miami. Whether I’m cold or not makes no difference.

Inside the inn, the air is warm but not stuffy, and scented with butter and sugar. I breathe in the elements and try to keep them there. The familiar smells are as much home as I can have right now.

Tía Cate appears at the bottom of a polished wood staircase. “Ah, here she is.” She approaches, looping her arms around me. “Sorry I couldn’t come with Spencer to meet your plane, and I had to hijack the car, too.”

“The shuttle bus was fine,” I say into her itchy wool shoulder. Her blond low bun is the same as I remember, but her accent sounds flatter than ever. Is this what twenty-five years in England does to a Venezuelan woman, born Catalina Raquel Mendoza? Here, in this Hampshire medieval town, with this husband, she is Cate Wallace.

“Look at you. Almost eighteen.” Cate steps back, furrowing her brows. “Let’s get you into the parlor for tea while Spence takes up your bags. There’s a fire going and I can get you a sweater before you unpack. That thin blouse—we don’t want you to catch cold.”

My chest tightens around my heart and then… it happens. Here in the cozy Owl and Crow foyer with weathered wood planks beneath my sandals and tall canisters filled with pointy umbrellas at the door. It didn’t happen at Miami International when I wore an unbreakable scowl, even as I gave obligatory kisses to mis padres and my sister, Pilar. It didn’t happen as I watched the stardust lights of my city disappear behind the jumbo jet wing. I didn’t cry then. Wouldn’t. But Catalina-Cate Wallace gets me good right here and I can’t stop it. My eyes well, and my throat closes over a memory that won’t ever let me go.

¡Ponte un suéter, que te vas a resfriar!

Put on a sweater or you’ll catch a cold! The Cuban mantra of all mantras. Tattoo it on our foreheads. Write it in indelible ink on our violet-scented stationery. Yell it at impressive volumes from windows to children eating Popsicles on Little Havana streets. My abuela threw out stacks of virtual sweaters left and right. Until that cold March morning she couldn’t. The coldest day of all.

My hand flies up to the golden dove charm hanging around my neck, Abuela’s gift from four years ago. Cate notices, her refined features wilting. “Oh, your sweet abuelita. She was such a wonderful woman, love.”

Love. Not mija. Not for English Cate.

“Abuela practically raised me, too.” Cate meets my swollen eyes. “I hated that I couldn’t come for the funeral.”

“Mami understood. It’s a long way.” Four thousand, three hundred and eighty miles.

Cate webs both of her hands over my cheeks. It is a gesture so like Abuela’s that tears want to flow again. “Tell me the truth,” she says. “Even though I’d just had neck surgery, your mother still found a way to blame me, right?”

I laugh. England hasn’t stolen everything. Her pursed lips, cocked hip, and challenging eyes hail straight from the Cate I remember from the Wallaces’ last Miami trip. “How did you guess?”

“I love your mother dearly. But telenovela mujeres could take lessons from that one.”

Soap opera drama. Mami never went to college, but she majored in drama, anyway, with a minor in extra. She also majored in doing the opposite of what’s best for me.

“Find a seat in the parlor while I fetch the tea Polly made for us,” Cate says and gestures to the archway before scooting off.

I remove my black cross body purse; the customs form peeks out from the front pocket. Enjoy your stay. I crumple the slip into the smallest ball I can manage. No so-called vacation is going to fix me.

About The Author

Photograph by J. Chang-Tablada

Laura Taylor Namey is the New York Times and internationally bestselling author of young adult fiction including Reese’s Book Club pick A Cuban Girl’s Guide to Tea and TomorrowA British Girl’s Guide to Hurricanes and HeartbreakWhen We Were Them, and With Love, Echo Park. A proud Cuban American, she can be found hunting for vintage treasures and wishing she was in London or Paris. She lives in San Diego with her husband and two children. Visit her at

Product Details

  • Publisher: Atheneum Books for Young Readers (November 2, 2021)
  • Length: 336 pages
  • ISBN13: 9781534471252
  • Grades: 7 and up
  • Ages: 12 - 99
  • Lexile ® HL680L The Lexile reading levels have been certified by the Lexile developer, MetaMetrics®

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Raves and Reviews

"A Cuban Girl's Guide to Tea and Tomorrow is an absolute delight. Cozier than a hand-knit gray cardigan and richer than Abuela's pastelito recipe, Namey takes you from Miami to Winchester, and leaves your heart belonging to both."

– Rachael Lippincott, #1 New York Times bestselling author of FIVE FEET APART

"This is the Anna and the French Kiss of my Latinx dreams. Bursting with love for home, family, and culture, A Cuban Girl's Guide is an utterly charming read that feels like a treasured recipe that will heal and feed a broken heart."

– Nina Moreno, author of DON'T DATE ROSA SANTOS

"Warning: Do not read while hungry. This delectable blend of romance and pastry across two continents filled me up and left me eager for more. I could live inside Laura Taylor Namey's lush, vibrant words forever."

– Rachel Lynn Solomon, author of TODAY TONIGHT TOMORROW

"A Cuban Girl's Guide to Tea and Tomorrow is a tale so sweet, savory, and delightful that you'll long to travel, bake, and believe in the possibilities of love."

– Margarita Engle, Young People's Poet Laureate Emeritus and Newbery Honor-winning author of THE SURRENDER TREE

"This book. THIS BOOK. Laura Taylor Namey has written the coziest love story I've ever had the pleasure to read. Her prose left my heart fit to burst into a million starlit pieces scattered between Miami and Britain. Beautiful."

– Erin Hahn, author of YOU'D BE MINE and MORE THAN MAYBE

*"Namey shines.... A heartwarming romance paired with a well-written setting add up to a satisfying read on multiple levels."

– Publishers Weekly, starred review

*"A delectable read about loss, renewal and pastelitos."

– Shelf Awareness, starred review

"This book has it all: the recipe for new, lasting, happy friendships, a dash of romance, and some gentle (albeit hard) lessons about honoring yourself and letting go."

– Booklist

"Part romance, part foodie heaven, the warm atmosphere will make readers want to cook and dance and love."

– Kirkus Reviews

Awards and Honors

  • Kansas NEA Reading Circle List High School Title
  • Rhode Island Teen Book Award Nominee
  • Florida Teens Read Master List
  • TAYSHAS Reading List (TX)
  • ALA/YALSA Best Fiction for Young Adults - Top Ten
  • Just One More Page Recommendation List
  • New York Public Library 50 Best Books for Teens
  • North Star YA Award Finalist (ME)

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