The House on Mango Street

The House on Mango street by Sandra Cisneros.
I know it's an old book, and I usually write here in this blog about new books, but I've finished it few days ago, and I couldn't resist mentioning it here in this blog. First of all, I've studied one of the chapters of this book at the university, the chapter is "Linoleum Roses" which some of you ight wonder why this chapter in particular. well, I don't know, ask my proffesor. Anyway, we've studied this particular chapter and my proffesor recommended the book, and suggested to give it to us, and of course I like reading books, and I like knowing furthoe about the stories I read, and it would be an honour for me to read a book recommended by one of my proffesors, so i aksed her to give it to me, I hope she didn't mind of course (I think she seemed pleased). and I read the book. of course "Linoleum Roses" comes at the very end of the story, so I had to go a lot of pages (not really much, just some 60 pages or so) to get into the story of Sally, the character of the chapter we analyzed at the lectures. and I found some really interesting stuff, that made me change my view, or lets say enlightened me more about that character.
Now, forget sally, and "Linoleum Roses". what i liked about the House on Mango Street was Esperanza. she's my favorite character. you know why? because I identefied with her character.well, of course i also identefied with teh chatacter of Elizabeth Bennet in Pride and Prejudice. But Esperanza was more like ME. it was striking how she reminded me of myself: when she was young and when she grew up. I thought I was reading about myself. and eventually in the end I had some tears in my eyes, because I felt how close I am to the life of this character. I felt that this character, Esperanza is the only one who could ever understands me, because she eventually has done the same thing I want to do, and for the same reasons.

I highly recommend this book to everybody. I think everybody should have a glimpse about the life of Esperanza (that reminds me of myself, and I have a sneaky feeling that some people might also identify with her). and I think the book itself is pure literature.