Litsa: A Ladybug Who Dared

By Marousso G. Gikaki

Little Litsa is a creature lost in the forest. Although she has been wandering alone, searching for her family, she never feels scared due to her friends who have always been willing to help and protect her.

During her trip to discover her species, she will come across difficult decisions, take risks, and learn about the circle of life and the power of love.

Eventually, she will have to find the strength to fly, as all children should do when growing up.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Sep 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524663438

Marousso G. Gikaki

Marousso G. Gikaki comes from Ios, a small Greek island. As a child, she enjoyed gathering with her little friends by the sea, telling them stories about fairies and other imaginary creatures. Ever since then she is leading her way in between reality and fantasy by writing books and designing clothes. Being a mother of three children, she strongly believes that kids have their unique way of facing difficulties by placing themselves out of them. After all, while logic sometimes fails to find the exit door, imagination is not even surrounded by walls.

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Published by AuthorHouse 09/14/2016

ISBN: 978-1-5246-6344-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-6343-8 (e)

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To my children,

Nikol, Dimitris

and Erika

Translated by my best friend Martha Giagiozi

My friend Loula the Tarantula says I’m the strangest insect she has ever met. Maybe because I love winter so much or because I love to share her bed in the Mulberry’s hollow. On the cold nights Loula and I lie side by side and as we are hugged we fall asleep. In the morning her mother Mrs Roula prepares breakfast and then she teaches us all we have to know for the day we’ll enter the light.

I love Loula very much and it hurts me so when we separate in spring. She leaves with her family to find a shady place to weave her web and I, a beautiful flower to welcome me.

Humans think that spring is the most beautiful season of the year. So much they know… they believe that everything is festive, the sun shines, flowers bloom and birds sing… if I could speak their clumsy language, I would tell them about the birds that come out in the spring hungry looking for little helpless girls like me to eat. I would tell them about their houses that they decorate with dead flowers and the floods that sweep away whatever they find in their path.

My name is Litsa. Just Litsa. I have no surname. That’s maybe because I don’t have a family. How much I would like to be called Litsa Rose or Litsa Daisy like my friends Rosa and Fanny.

It’s so important for someone to have a surname, a family, to know what their aim is in this life.

Fanny for example is a Daisy. She’s happy when everyone admires her beauty, when she feeds the birds with her pollen and when I rest in her sparkling white petals.

Rosa the Rose, the queen of flowers, how proud she must feel when she scatters her fragrance and when from a bud she becomes a beautiful rose! She is also happy because she grew up with her mother and lives with her family amongst the other roses.

The only memory I have of my family is my mother’s lullaby which I heard for the last time two years ago, and her hand which caressed my little wings that shivered from happiness every time she would sing to me until I fell asleep.

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