If you’re looking for a collection of short, depressing stories about sad and abused women, then this is the book for you! Cisneros writes beautifully and has a strong, clear voice, but her style is not my taste. And while I could appreciate—to a certain extent—what she is (possibly) trying to say and achieve with her stories, none of them resonated with me.

If you’re wondering why I read the whole collection, it was because I read a few of her short stories during college and wanted to see what the rest were like in the hopes of getting a better understanding of her work. Unfortunately, I understood little more today than I did then and had to look up the meanings and messages of her works on a few literature websites in an effort to better understand her points.