最近看完Sandra Cisneros的《The House On Mango Street》（芒果街上的小屋）发现童话般的“诗小说”也让我心欢喜，可能是因为它的语言简单而美丽，介绍一个女孩的成长感悟，有俏皮的时候，有忧伤的时候，有感恩的时候，更多的是怀念性的语言…… 其中以下是我喜欢的几句话：

I wander if she made the best with what she got or was she sorry because she couldn’t be all the things she wanted to be.

Yes, no, may so……

She is in a world we don’t belong to anymore.

A home is in the heart.

Most likely I will go to hell and most likely I deserve to be there.

Only reason is to be and be.

But bit by bit……

Diseases have no eyes. They pick with a dizzy finger anyone, just anyone.

Maybe the sky didn’t look the day she fell down. Maybe God was busy.

The little wooden door that has wedged shut the dark for so long opens with a sign and lets out a breath of mold and dampness, like books that have been left out in the rain.