An email from Kristin

This is from an email Kristin sent to the family and gave me permission to put on my blog:

Family, This is why I love words...This is why I want to spend the rest of my life wrapped up in words...

"Do you wish your feet would one day keep walking and take you far away from Mango street, far away and maybe your feet would stop in front of a house, a nice one with flowers and big windows and steps for you to climb up two by two upstairs to where a room is waiting for you. And if you opened a little window latch and gave it a shove, the window would swing open, all the sky would come in. There'd be no nosy neighbors watching, no motorcycles and cars, no sheets and towels and laundry. Only trees and more trees and blue sky. And you could laugh, Sally (Laurie). You could go to sleep and wake up and you wouldn't have to think who likes and doesn't like you. You could close your eyes and you wouldn't have to worry about what people said because you never belonged here anyway and nobody could make you sad and nobody could think you're strange because you like to dream and dream. And no one could yell at you if they saw you out in the dark leaning against a car, leaning against somebody without someone thinking you're bad, without someone saying it's wrong, without the whole world waiting for you to make a mistake when all you wanted, all you wanted, Sally (Laurie), was to love and to love and to love and to love, and no one could call that crazy."

The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros

I'm in the process of reading it for Literature class. But there are too many images of Laurie in this short little book without sharing at least one with you. It's about the Latino section of Chicago, a pair of sisters, etc. and about a neighbor girl named Sally, whose been trapped inside.

I love you

Thanks for humoring me...

An aside note, Kristin, my sister JoAnne and I are going to New York City in June to the Book Expo, a place where hundreds of authors and their new releases are gathered and we get to chose any/all the books we want. We can hardly wait!