Tuesday, January 22, 2008

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros (1984, 110 pgs.)

Esperanza, who hates her name because "it means sadness, it means waiting. It is like the number nine. A muddy color," tells us about her world after she moves into a new house in the Latino section of Chicago. It is a world filled with simple beauty and tragedy, and the usual aspects of a coming-of-age story, told in a spare yet poetic way. I feel like she captured the dreamlike memories of our youth that we have, where we remember more of the feelings and impact of the events than the main details. She introduces a whole cast of unique neighbors and friends that shape the environment that she sometimes wishes she didn't belong to. A quote from the back of the book describes it well: "A deeply moving novel. . . delightful and poignant. . . Like the best of poetry, it opens the windows of the heart without a wasted word." (Miami Herald)

1 comment:

  1. I haven't read this book yet, so I can't comment on it, but ... drum roll ... I have tagged you for a book meme. I know everybody hates these, but I could use the "link love" Eva promises - check it out at blogginboutbooks.blogspot.com