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‘Tourists’ is one of the tales in Lehua Parker’s Lauele Town Series. It is also a companion book to the acclaimed Niuhi Shark Saga.



All Hawaiians know that when the sun goes down it is wise to stay out of the water. But some visitors simply can’t resist the ocean’s gentle waves. Just like the location scout from Hollywood who, after a week spent on searching for a perfect piece of Brazil on Oahu, couldn’t turn down the man’s offer. Well, it’s only a swim in the moonlight. And he’s kinda cute. Nothing bad can happen…

But Hawaiians also know that you can’t disrespect ancient cultures. When you take a stone from a sacred place, sooner or later you will be punished.


Most readers associate Lehua Parker with middle-grade literature. She is, after all, the author of the famous Niuhi Shark Saga – one of the best book series geared toward a young audience. And, it must be noted, she truly excels at this particular genre. Her age-appropriate narratives are beautifully constructed, stimulating, and absolutely gripping. To put it simply, she really knows her craft.

That being said, you may be somewhat surprised to find out that Lehua Parker’s latest addition to the Lauele Town Stories is nowhere near the ‘MG fiction’ category – ‘Tourists’ is a tale intended for adults. Rich in symbolism and filled with mystery, it takes readers – rational, grown-up readers – on a rather unusual and definitely unforgettable journey to Hawaii – a familiar yet strange place where reality intertwines with magic.

I have to admit that the concept of incorporating local lore into the plot was quite a bold move, especially when you take into account the genre switch. Not very often does such underlying theme appear in literature written for those over…let’s say the age of 18. Well, you can’t treat a story in which one of the protagonists is a man-shark seriously, can you? Despite this obvious ‘unrealness’, the narrative is certainly not a fable; even if it teaches a moral lesson. Yes, not only did Mrs Parker embellish ‘Tourists’ with a pinch of mythology, but she also decided to use the tale as a reminder of life’s essential truths and fundamental principles. Through the two main characters, she wonderfully portrays the clash of modern and traditional values. ‘The Hollywood lady’ (what a fitting sobriquet!) is a more than accurate representation of the contemporary, cynical world where there’s this common belief that the right amount of money can get you everything you want and need. You don’t have to ask, you don’t have to plead. You just state your request and pay. And then there’s Kalei – a symbol of morality and decency who punishes the wrongdoers, making sure they suffer the consequences of their actions.

In the narrative the line between right and wrong is clearly visible. If only the distinction could be made just as easily in real life…

Those who’ve had a chance to read other titles in the Lauele Town series surely know what to expect from this story in terms of language and style. As you can imagine, it is beautifully written. Despite leisurely pace, the narration flows smoothly, keeping you engaged from the beginning to the very end. Poetic descriptions set the mood and the use of Hawaiian words, which you will have no trouble understanding, adds authenticity. All these, along with the aura of mystery that lingers over Keikikai beach, makes this short tale a truly worthy read.

I’m not sure ‘Tourists’ will let you experience the aloha spirit. But there is one thing I can guarantee you: you will never regret immersing yourself in Lehua Parker’s imaginary world.


‘Sniff’ is the second title in Lehua Parker’s Lauele Town Series. It’s a short tale that revolves around a Hawaiian boy and his hidden, closely guarded secret.



A young resident of Lauele Town, Kona Inoye, has a problem he cannot tell anyone about. Neither his parents nor his friends appear to have any idea that there is something under the boy’s bed. Something that craves sweet, clean, and nice-smelling things.

Kona does his best to deal with the difficult situation. But it’s not always easy, especially when mama tells him to bathe and put on fresh clothes. The boy knows that this time simply eating onions may not be enough to…survive.


According to the official definition, a book series comprises publications that share a common theme, settings, or set of characters. So, let’s see what we can say about the Lauele Town Stories. Common theme? No. Common settings? Yes. Common set of characters? Well, yes and no. Is it a book series then? It is. A very interesting one. Lehua Parker certainly knows how to draw readers attention. Whenever you reach for one of her tales, you aren’t quite sure what to expect.

Apart from being set in the same fictional Hawaiian town, the narratives show no other similarities. ‘Birth’ is a wonderful novella that provides the background to Zader’s story, giving you a little more information regarding the characters you might know from the famous Niuhi Shark Saga. In ‘Sniff’ everything is new. New but just as unusual. The protagonist, Robert Konahele Inoye, appears to be an ordinary boy who leaves dirty socks on the floor, hates making his bed, and steals Oreo cookies from the kitchen cupboard. However, as you read through the pages, his chilling secret slowly unravels and you realize this tale goes deeper than you might have initially thought.

But how ‘serious’ can a story about some beast hiding under a child’s bed be? Well, Lehua Parker’s book proves that this rather common theme isn’t reserved for children’s or young adult literature only. Rich in symbolism, which will be actually more evident to mature readers than adolescents, ‘Sniff’ is quite thought-provoking. Somewhere between the lines the author camouflaged questions worth pondering on. How far will a person go to protect their family? Are even the most unbelievable things always a figment of somebody’s imagination? What happens when they turn out to be real? The ending of this tale is your answer. And, let me tell you, it’s an answer you wish you’d never got.

Of course, the fact that the story has a hidden message doesn’t make it any less entertaining overall. It’s still a delightful, humorous (at times hysterically funny) read that will keep you riveted from the very beginning. Exactly like ‘Birth’, this title also contains two versions of the narrative. The first one is written in Standard American English, the second is adorned with Hawaiian-style expressions and Pidgin words. If you are familiar with these, you know which version you should opt for.

I must admit I am truly impressed with Lehua Parker works. She is an extremely talented writer with a head full of bewitching ideas. She never fails to deliver a good story. And when it comes to ‘Sniff’… Well, if you like mysteries or are curious what can be found under a piece of furniture, treat yourself to this tale. It can be downloaded – for free – from the author’s website. Engaging, amusing, and intriguing at the same time, it is a wonderful book for children and adults alike.


‘Birth’ is a short story penned by Lehua Parker. It is a prequel to the books of the Niuhi Shark Saga, which are focused on a boy named Zader and his adoptive family.



On a Sunday morning in peaceful Lauele Town, Kahana and his faithful dog ‘Ilima decide to stroll along the beach in order to catch some fish for breakfast. While combing the reef, they make a shocking but precious discovery – a newborn baby with a curious birthmark.

Kahana quickly realizes that the abandoned child needs a loving family – someone who will be able to take care of him. The only person that comes to his mind is his great-niece, herself a mother of an infant boy. When Elizabeth sees the little one, she makes a firm decision to keep him. Alexander, or Zader for short, becomes the youngest member of the Westin family.


Everyone familiar with Lehua Parker’s Niuhi Shark Saga will be delighted with this tale, as it unravels the background of Zader’s remarkable story. Although some of the questions readers might ask – Where does Zader come from? Who is his birth mother? Why was he abandoned? – still remain a mystery, a few of the guarded secrets are finally explained.

That being said, those who have not (yet) read ‘One Boy, No Water’ – the first book in the Niuhi Shark Series – can get slightly confused. The narrative in ‘Birth’ is, undeniably, very engaging. However, there is virtually no information regarding the characters or the magical world they live in. You may notice that some of the pieces in this puzzle are missing. Indeed, they are; purposely. In order to find them, you have to read the remaining parts of Zader’s adventures. Can you call this a flaw? Absolutely not. Taking into account that the tale is a companion title to Parker’s novels, the lack of detailed descriptions is perfectly acceptable.

Now, and this is quite interesting, there are two versions of the story in this book. The first one – written in Standard American English – is for haoles, or people who don’t speak Hawaiian (unless you are haole who has at least basic knowledge of the 50th state). The second version, much more fascinating if you are acquainted with the islands’ slang and culture, uses Hawaiian words and phrases (without explanation). You are given a choice. But, if you want my advice, read both. You’ll see the difference.

When it comes to Lehua Parker’s writing style, it is absolutely exquisite. The choice of words, the balance between Standard English and Pidgin is truly marvelous. Even though the narrative is not filled with vivid imagery, you really get the feel of Hawaii – a place where aloha spirit roams the streets, people live in tune with nature, and nothing is more important than ‘ohana. I wouldn’t say the book is a page-turner, but it definitely holds your attention. After finishing the last sentence, you immediately want to immerse yourself in other tales from the Lauele Town series.

‘Birth’ is a wonderful read that will bring you a lot of enjoyment. Fantastic for children and adults alike, it’s a proof that short stories should not be dismissed out of hand. This one is surely worthy of your time.


I was walking through Dick’s Sporting Goods in Salt Lake City, Utah when I saw it hanging on the back wall: a ski jacket with the same bird of paradise print my tutu had on her couch cushions in the ‘70s. Like a teri beef plate lunch special it called to me. My daughter was appalled. ‘You are NOT wearing that, Mom. No way!’

‘It’s reversible, right?’ my son asked.

My husband shrugged. ‘At least we’ll be able to find you in a crowd.’

I bought it.

And I wore it. For about a week it clashed with everything and everyone, as out of place as an aloha shirt at – well, a ski slope. When you’re an ex-pat Hawaiian living near world-class winter sporting grounds it can be hard to find the aloha spirit in the middle of January.

I tried not to care. I ignored the stares and snickers and carried my childhood wrapped around me like a blanket. But one day I caved and reversed it.

‘What’s up with your coat?’ my son asked.

‘It’s like me. I’m wearing my Hawaiian on my inside.’

He tilted his head. ‘Yeah, but unlike your coat you’re not even brown on the outside.’


Through a genetic quirk my youngest sister and I inherited our mother’s super fair northern European coloring while my other sister and brother have our father’s mixed Hawaiian heritage of medium brown hair, eyes, and skin.

I’m not going to lie to you. As the only blond, blue-eyed kid in the entire school district in Kahului, Maui it was rough. Unlike every other Hawaiian family I’ve known, my dad was an only child from a family of only children – and from Oahu. I didn’t have a huge ohana of cousins calabash or otherwise on Maui to vouch for me. It was easy to be the target from the teachers and principal on down.

No lie. People go to jail now for what they did to me in elementary school. But Maui was a different time and place back then. At least I like to think so.

There’s a disconnect that happens in your head when you’re beaten for being an outsider by kids who are descendants of sugarcane and pineapple workers from Asia when your ancestors farmed taro in those same fields for hundreds of years. But on the playground nobody cares about those kinds of distinctions. It’s all about freckles and the need for sunscreen.

For a year or two after school while waiting for my mom to get off work, I went to a house where the father carved traditional ki‘i – tiki statues – and the grandmother spoke beautiful Hawaiian with her friends under the shade of mango trees. They were patient with me – the gangly haole girl who watched with big eyes and listened to the melodious voices rolling like water over her head. Sometimes they would tell me stories about Hawaiian history, culture, legends, and traditions. I soaked them up like a sponge.

After my family moved back to Oahu, I was accepted into The Kamehameha Schools and that changed my life. I didn’t have to fight so hard to belong because everyone knew I wouldn’t be there if I didn’t. At Kamehameha I learned more about what it means to be a modern Hawaiian, and like my classmates, promised to perpetuate our culture in positive ways. Our princess Bernice Pauahi Bishop had given us the precious gift of an education; we therefore have an obligation to be her hands and pass aloha along.

I write the Niuhi Shark Saga and other stories for island kids who never see themselves or their families in popular literature. So much about Hawaii has been rewritten by Hollywood and that’s tragic. There is a need for authentic Pasifika voices to tell our stories, and I hope to add to the conversation in my small way.

When people read the words, they hear a Hawaiian voice. But when I show up at a book signing or appearance that disconnect happens again. ‘You’re Lehua? From The Kamehameha Schools? No way!’ I don’t think anyone ever gets used to being called a liar within the first few minutes of meeting a stranger, but I smile and roll with it. I’ve thought about putting my dark-haired sister’s photo on the back of my books and sending her to out into the world as Lehua, but I know that wouldn’t be pono. And for a Hawaiian, living a life that’s pono – a life in harmony with what is good, noble, and true in thought, action, and deed – is our deepest aspiration.

Like many of my classmates, I went to the mainland for college and stayed to raise a family – a family of towheads like me with looooong Hawaiian middle names. And I worry about that.

Every year I grind my teeth when the local grocery store hosts its Hawaiian days with samba music from Brazil, masks from Papua New Guinea, paper flowers from India, and calls anything with pineapple Hawaiian. In the summer neighbors are keen to throw luaus where they wear cellophane grass skirts, fake coconut bras, and serve Hawaiian haystacks – a truly vile concoction of shredded chicken, raw veggies, coconut chips, long-grained rice, and Campbell’s cream of chicken soup. About the time they bring out the limbo stick and form a conga line is when I sneak home. I know I should be more gracious, but it’s hard.

I insist my kids call flip-flops slippahs, snow cones shave ice, and understand that true aloha is colorblind. I wonder if I’m going to be the last generation in my family that remembers how Maui captured the sun, when the makahiki season starts, and why haloa is the staff of life. But then I hear about how my son called out his AP World Geography teacher about comments he found derogatory and inappropriate about Polynesians – and insisted on an apology. When the teacher balked and called him a poser, my son told his teacher to look at his middle name and offered to have his mother come in and explain real Hawaiian history to the class.


Maybe I won’t be the last after all.


‘When Water Burns’, penned by Lani Wendt Young, is the second book in the Telesa trilogy. It brings back the story of Leila Folger and her incredible journey as the Goddess of Fire.



After the death of Nafanua and her sisters, The Covenant Sisterhood no longer exists. The only one that survived is Sarona, who, being completely alone, poses no threat to Leila and Daniel. The two lovers can finally lead a normal life. Or so they think.

While Daniel is recovering from the battle with vicious sisters, Leila is back in the Washington D.C. to be with her dying grandmother. Before her death, the old lady reveals a shocking secret to her granddaughter, which leaves the young girl utterly shattered. Despite her family’s objections, Leila decides to go back to Samoa.

Back on the island, she starts university, moves to a new house together with Simone, and finds out that she is the sole beneficiary of Nafanua’s will. She chooses to accept the inheritance, much to Sarona’s frustration.

Leila’s life seems almost ideal. She is happy in Samoa, has quite a few friends and a loving boyfriend. Her relationship with Daniel flourishes as they get to know each other better and better every day. But nothing lasts forever and there are dark clouds on the horizon. Daniel learns the truth about his past, Leila meets mysterious Keahi, and Sarona is back in the game.


The problem with sequels is that they hardly ever live up to the originals. But let me tell you, this novel is just as good as its predecessor. It is even more action-packed and full of surprising twists and turns you definitely won’t foresee. What is more, it is set not only is Samoa, but also in Tonga and Hawaii, so you’ll get to know more about all those fantastic places.

As Leila’s story evolves, it also gets a little bit darker. This volume is certainly less light-hearted than the first one. It addresses some serious and difficult subjects: sexual assaults, abuse, domestic violence. They are particularly prominent in the very touching prologue, which, despite being a great introduction to what a reader can expect, may be hard to get through for some people.

But of course, there are occasional bouts of humour among this gloominess, especially when Simone takes the stage. As a flamboyant fa’afafine, he is the most hilarious character with a truly extraordinary personality. And it is absolutely fantastic that he plays a bigger part in this book.

All the other characters are much more mature and grown up compared to the first novel. Leila is not a teenager anymore. She is a young woman who knows how to fight for her life. She is determined to succeed and is not afraid of what may happen in the future. Daniel, on the other hand, has finally come into his own. As he discovers his gifts, he becomes more independent. He starts to be ‘Daniel’ and not just ‘Leila’s boyfriend’; but he still remains that sweet and loving boy everyone knew. Keahi is a new introduction. He is an inscrutable person with a painful past. Because of his secrets, he adds extra spice to the whole story.

‘When Water Burns’ is a great novel. Without a doubt it is just as good as ‘Telesa:
The Covenant Keeper’, which, by the way, you should read if you haven’t done it yet. Brilliant storyline, good pace, intense action. The sequel is a bit darker and serious (but still incredibly funny!), so I would say it’s best for emotionally mature people. I highly recommend it.