The House on Mango Street
was the last book I read before Birdie was born, so it goes without saying that it was mostly chosen based on the slimness of the spine. Cisneros wrote a series of vignettes that, tied together, make up a coming-of-age story. Her writing is easy to read and the prose is pretty but for some reason the book as a whole didn't grab me as much as I expected. It was a good read but I probably won't reach for it again.
(three and a half stars) <-- totally pointless note: I'm not sure why I hyphenated the "x and a half" for so long; I'm not going back and correcting them all, though. I KNOW THIS WILL AFFECT YOU PROFOUNDLY.