Zusatztext “A classic. . . . This little book has made a great space for itself on the shelf of American literature.” —Julia Alvarez   “ Afortunado ! Lucky! Lucky the generation who grew up with Esperanza and   The House on Mango Street. And lucky future readers. This funny! beautiful book will always be with us.” —Maxine Hong Kingston    “Cisneros draws on her rich [Latino] heritage . . . and seduces with precise! spare prose! creat[ing] unforgettable characters we want to lift off the page. She is not only a gifted writer! but an absolutely essential one.” —Bebe Moore Campbell!  The New York Times Book Review   “Marvelous . . . spare yet luminous. The subtle power of Cisneros’s storytelling is evident. She communicates all the rapture and rage of growing up in a modern world.” — San Francisco Cronicle   “A deeply moving novel...delightful and poignant. . . . Like the best of poetry! it opens the windows of the heart without a wasted word.” — Miami Herald   “Sandra Cisneros is one of the most brillant of today’s young writers. Her work is sensitive! alert! nuanceful . . . rich with music and picture.” —Gwendolyn Books Informationen zum Autor Sandra Cisernos Klappentext The bestselling coming-of-age classic, acclaimed by critics, beloved by readers of all ages, taught in schools and universities alike, and translated around the world from the winner of the 2018 PEN/Nabokov Award for Achievement in International Literature. The House on Mango Street is the remarkable story of Esperanza Cordero, a young Latina girl growing up in Chicago, inventing for herself who and what she will become. Told in a series of vignettes-sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes deeply joyous-Sandra Cisneros' masterpiece is a classic story of childhood and self-discovery. Few other books in our time have touched so many readers. Leseprobe from the Introduction by John Phillip Santos When we meet Esperanza Cordero, the almost mystically knowing young Chicana narrator of The House on Mango Street, she is already very much a canny teller of tales, speaking in medias res, in the midst of an unfolding story of her heroic quest to find a true home. “We didn’t always live on Mango Street,” she begins. She details a litany of her family’s peregrinajes through previous houses in Chicago, as if reading from some codex memorializing a series of sacred migrations: “Before that we lived on Loomis on the third floor, and before that we lived on Keeler. Before Keeler it was Paulina, and before that I can’t remember. But what I remember is moving a lot. Each time it seemed there’d be one more of us. By the time we got to Mango Street we were six – Mama, Papa, Carlos, Kiki, my sister Nenny and me.” Involuntary peregrinations and deprivations spark Esperanza’s imagination. Her family has had to leave their previous residence when the “water pipes broke and the landlord wouldn’t fi x them because the house was too old. We had to leave fast.” Esperanza dreams of a house with “running water and pipes that worked.” She imagines a house with “three washrooms so when we took a bath we wouldn’t have to tell everybody.” It would be a white house, surrounded by a proper yard with trees and grass. “This was the house Papa talked about when he held a lottery ticket and this was the house Mama dreamed up in the stories she told us before we went to bed.” But as Esperanza candidly reveals, the family’s new house on Mango Street only has one bathroom, and “Everybody has to share a bedroom – Mama and Papa, Carlos and Kiki, me and Nenny.” “I knew then I had to have a house. A real house. One I could point to. But this isn’t it. The house on Mango Street isn’t it.” And then, fathoming her disappointment and longing, Esperanza takes us into her confidence, she shares something that is beyo...