In class we are reading a wonderful little book called The House on Mango Street. Since beginning this book, the language has always come across very orange to me. I don’t know how to explain my thoughts completely but I am going to do my best and try. I have a habit of thoughts similar to this where the tone and style of someone’s writing will bring me to a color, sound, or image.
Why it is orange.
- The main character Esperanza speaks with such innocence and naivety that my mind thinks of a springtime orange, a blooming poppy, bright and new to life.
- However she goes through moments and has meaningful reflections that make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. When she speaks on these tones I see a flickering, orange street light standing alone on a moonless, dark night.
- Like a child she gets to points immediately and jumps our at you between topics of each chapter. Her abruptness is like a traffic clone, direct and solid.
- But she isn’t always abrupt. She speaks poetically of life and people and quick moments. She can make a breath meander across pages in a way that takes your breath away. In that sense she writes like the orange hues of a sunset.
Show me a book that’s a different color too, please.