The House on Mango Street kindle ì 110 pages ↠ Sandra Cisneros

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The House on Mango StreetOrld The House on Mango Street is the remarkable story of Esperanza Cordero Told in a series of vignettes – sometimes heartbreaking sometimes deeply joyous–it i I make a story for my life for each step my brown shoe takesEsperanza Cordero a Mexican American girl living in poverty gives a soaring voice to a multitude of characters who otherwise would remain in darkness all their pitiful lives Echoing the undying optimism even in the most wretched place Esperanza stands for sunny days for light and memories In the midst of countless insignificant young adult books The House On Mango Street is an exception Awe inspiring writing with a powerful message duly delivered

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The House on Mango Street kindle ì 110 pages ↠ Sandra Cisneros ↠ Acclaimed by critics beloved by readers of all ages taught everywhere from inner city grade schools to universities across the country and translated all over the world The House on Mango Street is the remarkable story of Esperanza Cordero S the story of a young Latina girl growing up in Chicago inventing for herself who and what she will become Few other books in our time have touched so many readers This little book is simply a marvellous miracle of growing up absurd and Hispanic in the Spanish speaking poor section of the Windy CityIts warm uncluttered and sheer heartfelt humanity is a pure delightYou know when you’re living on a small fixed income that keeps falling behind with the inflationary times we live with you cut corners You make do with only what you can affordAnd that teaches the narrator’s Dad to be practical and to stick to the tried and true ways of frugal family living And it teaches her Mom to be doting and give amply of the little unsupervised freedoms that should come freely to a little kidWhat it teaches the narrator and her little sister is seeing the whole vast universe in the awesome grain of sand that is their immediate neighbourhoodBut for Ms Cisneros it causes the craving to capture that simplicity that wonderful childhood pure immediacy that magic of being very young and untarnished and not knowing or caring much about the adult world except as it affords her opportunities for wonder to capture that beautiful world for us in printAnd she does thatExceptionally wellThe poor in spirit like Ms Cisneros inherit the EARTHAnd all the immense riches of being poor and never knowing itJust REVELLING in a child’s basic FreedomThe real world as we adults know it is a constricted world of bizarre rules and constant electronic surveillanceBut it is not that to an innocent childAnd these impoverished sisters are thrown as Cisneros was into a world that neither listens much to them or appreciated their wisdomAnd so they are thus thrown to their own free devices Which being uite ingenuous and poor in spiritAre to them The Infinite Wealth of Little Princesses

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Acclaimed by critics beloved by readers of all ages taught everywhere from inner city grade schools to universities across the country and translated all over the w It’s a little after 2am I’m having the dreams The ones that blindside me and have that weird echo is or isn’t this real Sleep isn’t going to happen What’s new I leave my room to check out the house Doors locked Check Kids asleep Checkwhoa hold up a minute Em is awake She’s sitting in the living room illuminated by a booklite She’s got about 4 blankets piled on top of her and she’s reading Reading I’m used to the insomnia on both our parts we knock around each other say a few words and pretend to sleep It’s routine by now But to see her reading She looks up at me and there are tears in her eyes Okay now I’m really testing that reality theory ‘Mom have you ever read The House on Mango Street’Huh I look over the book No Never even heard of it ’A novel of a young girl growing up in the Latino section of Chicago’ Okay assigned to a freshman English class in Northern Vermont Where ethnicity is reserved for the Somalian refugees that pepper Burlington but hardly touch the suburbs I’ll bite I pick it up it’s maybe an hour’s read Tops “We didn’t always live on Mango Street” Then I’m lost This is lyrical this is heart wrenching Words are married sentences consummated images borne that my white bread New England raised mind can’t comprehend except on an emotional level I’m in love “She looked out the window her whole life the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow”“You can never have too much sky You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky and sky can keep you safe when you are sad Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky”“Everything is holding its breath inside of me Everything is waiting to explode like Christmas I want to be new and shiny”“You know what you are Esperanza You are like the Cream of Wheat cereal You’re like the lumps”“But I think diseases have no eyes They pick with a dizzy finger anyone just anyone”“There were sunflowers as big as flowers on Mars and thick cockscombs bleeding the deep red fringe of theater curtains There were dizzy bees and bow tied fruit flies turning somersaults and humming in the air Sweet sweet peach trees Thorn roses and thistle and pears Weeds like so many suinty eyed stars and brush that made your ankles itch and itch until you washed with soap and water”I’m caught in this world that Cisnero’s painted for me I’m hugging Alice who sees mice and wishing that Sire would hold my hand I’m drinking papaya juice with Rafaela and reading Minerva’s poems I’m hiding from Red ClownsI’m nostalgic for my own childhood For that freedom that kids today cannot relate to They have curfews and GPS chips in cell phones and mini LoJacks® implanted in their neck What do they know of freedom What do they know about riding their ten speed through dark streets guided by the screams of their friends ahead of them Will they ever hang out in vacant lots with their friend’s older brothers who hand them warm beer and try to feel up their shirts Hell no not on my watch So thank you Sandra Cisnero Thanks for giving me back all those summer nights “They will not know that I have gone away to come back For the ones I’ve left behind For the ones who cannot out”