The House on Mango Street
The perspective of this story really hit home with me. I remember similar feelings as a child. You always wanted everything you or your family was associated with to be acceptable. I had similar issues and this story brought back those memories of embarrassment. I remember how much flack I received from my friends that my mom drove a Pinto station wagon. Yes, it is true, wood paneling and all. Every time we would pick a friend up I would dread it. In this story I felt the author was shedding light on similar, if not identical feelings. And what is odd is some people do not recognize these feelings. Or, maybe it is the perspective of the person feeling inadequate? What do you think?
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