This book is awful. It’s written like a book for 2nd graders. Short 2 page chapters, small pages, huge letters and childish themes but then Sandra decides to sprinkle themes of abuse and rape into the story for no reason. Choose a struggle. Either the narrator is happy to be a kid and wants a bright future or she wants to be like all the women on mango street who are beaten and abused by there husbands. You can’t just announce a character death and have the next chapter be about the main character getting they’re fortune told. Dumb story, dumb author, dumb characters.