|Kai and family at Ruby Falls in Chattanooga, Tennessee.|
The small chapters and fluid language in The House on Mango street keeps the story moving. It flows fluidly and remains so fresh that I have a hard time realizing I've read too far into it. One can easily read the book cover to cover without it ever getting stale. The best part I find is the setup. When she talks about the nun asking her where she lived you already know enough in the first few pages about the little girl and her situation that you can feel the condemnation in the nun's voice. It was just one word, an italicized "there?", but you can easily visualize what the nun is referencing. The word is laced with the mixed feeling of pity, dread, and disgust. Immediately you come to the same realization as the child that there is now shame in something you had not thought about before. Shame from knowing that what you have isn't good enough. It will become a driving force to better yourself.