A Mango-Shaped Space

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Mia Winchell has synesthesia, the mingling of perceptions whereby a person can see sounds, smell colors, or taste shapes. Forced to reveal her condition, she must look to herself to develop an understanding and appreciation of her gift in this coming-of-age novel.

Afraid that she is crazy, thirteen-year-old Mia, who sees a special color with every letter, number, and sound, keeps this a secret until she becomes overwhelmed by school, changing relationships, and the ...

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Overview

Mia Winchell has synesthesia, the mingling of perceptions whereby a person can see sounds, smell colors, or taste shapes. Forced to reveal her condition, she must look to herself to develop an understanding and appreciation of her gift in this coming-of-age novel.

Afraid that she is crazy, thirteen-year-old Mia, who sees a special color with every letter, number, and sound, keeps this a secret until she becomes overwhelmed by school, changing relationships, and the loss of something important to her.

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Kirkus Reviews
The...narration lends immediacy and impact to Mia's color perceptions...a quietly unusual and promising offering
Publishers Weekly
In an intriguing first novel, Mass introduces a 13-year-old heroine with an unusual perspective. Mia Winchell is a synesthete; her visual and hearing senses are connected so that numbers, letters, words, sounds and even some people's auras appear to her as colors. The letter "a," for instance, is the shade of a "faded sunflower," screeching chalk "makes red jagged lines in the air," and Mia's beloved cat, Mango, is surrounded by an orange cloud. Mia's unique view proves to be both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, she enjoys having heightened senses ("If I couldn't use my colors, the world would seem so bland-like vanilla ice cream without the gummy bears on top," she says). On the other hand, sometimes it's hard for her being reminded that she is different, like when her brother, Zack, calls her "the Missing Link." Although the story line, at times, seems cluttered with underdeveloped subplots about Mia's friendships, potential romances and conflicts at school, the novel's premise is interesting enough to keep pages turning. The author successfully brings abstract ideas down to earth. Her well-defined characterizations, natural-sounding dialogue, and concrete imagery allow readers to feel Mia's emotions and see through her eyes a kaleidoscopic world, which is at once confusing and beautiful. Ages 10-13. (Apr.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
KLIATT
Mia, age 13, has a secret she has guarded closely. She is concerned that others will regard her as a freak if she admits that sounds, numbers, and letters have color for her. When her beloved car Mango meows and purrs, for example, she sees puffs of yellow-orange color in the air. This ability makes it hard for Mia to do math and foreign languages, however, and now that she is in middle school that's a problem. She finally admits to her parents what's been going on, and they take her first to a family doctor and then to a sympathetic neurologist. The neurologist explains that she has synesthesia—a harmless condition in which her visual and hearing senses are linked. He gives her the address of a Web site so that she can contact others with synesthesia and invites her to a conference where she meets others with the same condition, including a boy who gives Mia her first kiss. Her best friend is furious that Mia has never told her about her condition, but in the end, despite the trauma of Mango's death, Mia comes to understand what an important part of her life her synesthesia is. The information on this rare condition is fascinating, but as my 15-year-old daughter points out, the plot of this novel isn't half as interesting. Mia's ups and downs with friends, boys, and family are fairly ordinary. Still, for those interested in psychology and the workings of the brain, this novel will hold their attention. KLIATT Codes: J—Recommended for junior high school students. 2003, Little, Brown, 220p.,
— Paula Rohrlick
VOYA
Mia was humiliated in third grade when her whole class ridiculed her for presenting a math problem using colored chalk because it made sense to her to write each number in its own color. When the teacher sent her to the principal's office and even her parents failed to understand, she decided never to mention the incident or her unique ability again. Now in eighth grade, Mia is having trouble in math and Spanish and is forced to tell her parents. Not only does Mia see each number and letter in its own particular color, but sounds produce colors and shapes in front of her. Her cat is even named Mango because his meow produces mango-colored puffs. Mia's parents take her to a string of doctors until they find a neurologist who explains that Mia has a harmless condition called synesthesia. "It means 'senses coming together.' Imagine that the wires in your brain are crossed... your visual and hearing senses are linked." After meeting other synesthetes and armed with new understanding, Mia moves from hiding her colors in shame to accepting them as a gift. Mia is devastated when Mango dies, believing that she was so busy worrying about her condition that she neglected to notice his strange behavior. Eventually her parents are able to reassure her, and readers with similar concerns could find great comfort in these passages. Despite her special condition, Mia's narrative shows her to be a typical teen with best friend troubles, sibling rivalries, and potential boyfriends. Although this book is probably not one that teens will pick up without coaxing, they will enjoy this unique look at a fascinating condition. It is highly recommended for the middle school crowd. VOYA Codes: 4Q 3P M J (Betterthan most, marred only by occasional lapses; Will appeal with pushing; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9). 2003, Little Brown, 219p,
— Angela Carstensen
School Library Journal
Gr 5-8-Mia, 13, has always seen colors in sounds, numbers, and letters, a fact she has kept secret since the day she discovered that other people don't have this ability. Then she discovers that she has a rare condition called synesthesia, which means that the visual cortex in her brain is activated when she hears something. From then on, she leads a kind of double life-she eagerly attends research gatherings with other synesthetes and devours information about the condition, but continues to struggle at school, where her inadvertent pairing of particular colors with numbers and words makes math and French almost impossible to figure out. Her gradual abandonment of her frustrating school life in favor of the compelling world of fellow synesthetes and the unique things only they can experience seems quite logical, although readers may feel like shaking some sense into her. Finally, and rather abruptly, her extreme guilt at her beloved cat Mango's illness and death brings her back down to earth and she begins to work on some of the relationships she let crumble. Mia's voice is believable and her description of the vivid world she experiences, filled with slashes, blurs, and streaks of color, is fascinating. Not all of the many characters are necessary to the story, and some of the plot elements go unresolved, but Mia's unique way of experiencing the world is intriguing.-Eva Mitnick, Los Angeles Public Library Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal

Gr 5-8
Mia Winchell is a synesthetes-her brain's electrical wiring causes words and sounds to be accompanied by a visual display of colors. She describes laughter as "a pale blue cloud that drizzles down." The word friend is "turquoise with the glow of glossy red." Mia, now 13 years old, has been keeping her condition a secret since she first discovered it in the third grade. When Mia finally confides in her parents, they take her to a series of doctors, and she is properly diagnosed. Once the teen learns that she's not crazy and her problem is synesthesia, she embraces her uniqueness. But she also abandons her normal relationships to spend time with fellow synesthetes. Finally, the death of her beloved cat, Mango, reconciles Mia to her family and friends. Wendy Mass's novel (Little, Brown, 2003) captures the emotional roller-coaster ride of a teenager born with synesthesia in much the same way as Mark Haddon captured the complicated world of autism in The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time (Doubleday 2003). Mass weaves an intriguing and compelling story filled with believable dialogue and characters. Mia's parents are almost too perfect, but her siblings' and friends' personalities and voices ring true. Narrator Danielle Ferland moves from character to character effortlessly, but without much deviation in voice inflections for the secondary players. In voicing Mia, she does a remarkable job of expressing the whirlwind of complicated teenage emotions. A must for all collections.
—Cheryl PreisendorferCopyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

Kirkus Reviews
A young teen whose world is filled with colors and shapes that no one else sees copes with the universal and competing drives to be unique and to be utterly and totally normal. Thirteen-year-old Mia is a synesthete: her brain connects her visual and auditory systems so that when she hears, or thinks about, sounds and words, they carry with them associated colors and shapes that fill the air about her. This is a boon in many ways-she excels in history because she can remember dates by their colors-and a curse. Ever since she realized her difference, she has concealed her ability, until algebra defeats her: "Normally an x is a shiny maroon color, like a ripe cherry. But here an x has to stand for an unknown number. But I can't make myself assign the x any other color than maroon, and there are no maroon-colored numbers. . . . I'm lost in shades of gray and want to scream in frustration." When Mia learns that she is not alone, she begins to explore the lore and community of synesthesia, a process that disrupts her relationships with her family, friends, and even herself. In her fiction debut for children, Mass has created a memorable protagonist whose colors enhance but do not define her dreamily artistic character. The present-tense narration lends immediacy and impact to Mia's color perceptions: "Each high-pitched meow sends Sunkist-orange coils dancing in front of me. . . . " The narrative, however, is rather overfull of details-a crazily built house, highly idiosyncratic family members, two boy interests, a beloved sick cat-which tend to compete for the reader's attention in much the same way as Mia's colors. This flaw (not unusual with first novels) aside, here is a quietly unusual andpromising offering. (Fiction. 9-13)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780316058254
  • Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 10/19/2005
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 240
  • Sales rank: 30,762
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.24 (w) x 8.58 (h) x 0.76 (d)

Meet the Author

Wendy Mass

Wendy Mass is the New York Times bestselling author of The Candymakers, the ALA Schneider Family Award winner A Mango-Shaped Space, Leap Day, Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life, Heaven Looks a Lot Like the Mall, and Every Soul a Star. Wendy lives in New Jersey with her husband and their twins. Her website is www.wendymass.com.

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A Mango-Shaped Space


By Wendy Mass

LB Childrens

Copyright © 2003 Wendy Mass
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0316523887


Chapter One

"A is for Amy who fell down the stairs," says my best friend, Jenna Davis, as we climb farther down into the steep, parched ravine. We've been inseparable since we were five and her mother brought her to my house to play. We bonded over the various ways we could contort my Barbie and Ken dolls without breaking them. Let's just say that Ken won't be having children anytime soon and leave it at that.

"B is for Basil, assaulted by bears," I reply, continuing the morbid rhyme we memorized off the poster on my bedroom wall. Each letter of the alphabet has a rhyme about a little kid meeting some bizarre end. I like the poster because it is in black and white to everyone else, but inside my head, it's in color. "Could it be any hotter out?" Jenna asks, panting with the effort to keep her footing on the slippery slope.

The sweat dripping down my face is enough of an answer. August has rolled around too soon, and we only have a few more weeks before eighth grade starts. If we lived a little farther south, a tumbleweed would tumble by. As we stumble down the familiar path of tall, sun-bleached grass and dry earth, I can feel the air thickening, preparing for a storm.

At thirteen, Jenna and I are much too old for day camp. We already live out in the country, with all the fresh air we could want.

We entertain ourselves by pretending there is still some square inch of countryside that we haven't discovered yet. Every day we explore the hills, the valley in between, the ravine, the woods. Last summer we found an arrowhead half buried under a bush. My father said it might have been from the Blackhawk War, the one that Abe Lincoln fought in when he was young. This year all we've found is the same old crabgrass, same old bugs, same old us. But still, exploring passes the time. The absence of wind today means we're spared the smell of manure from the Roth's farm across the valley. That's something to be thankful for.

When we were younger, we used to pretend that the ravine, always dry like this during the summer months, would lead us someplace else-somewhere magical, with adventures and swords and talking animals like in the Narnia books. Sometimes I still catch Jenna peeking behind bushes for hidden doorways. She's trying to find a way to reach her mother, who died three years ago from some kind of cancer that only women get. Mrs. Davis was so sweet and pretty, with red hair and freckles just like Jenna. Except Jenna is short like me, and Mrs. Davis was really tall. Before she died, Jenna's mom bought us the rope friendship bracelets that we have never taken off. She said that as long as we kept them on, nothing could come between us. I explain this to my own mother every time she begs me to cut off the bracelet, which is now too tight to slip over my hand. Who cares if it's gray and fraying and maybe even a little smelly?

The wind starts up slightly, and a big green leaf sticks to the sweat on my leg. I hold still and count to twelve before it flutters and falls to the ground. The color of the leaf is exactly the same color as Jenna's name-a bright, shimmering shade of green with some yellow highlights. I think part of why I liked Jenna right away is that I like the color of her name. But I'd never tell her that, nor would I tell my older sister, Beth, that her name is the murky brown of swamp water. Beth is sixteen and in the process of wearing down our parents' patience. She changes her hair color the way normal people change their underwear. We used to be a lot closer, before she went to high school and dropped me like a piping-hot bag of microwave popcorn. Before she left for the summer, she told me the boys would pay more attention to me if I colored my hair blond. I told her I'd stick with my boring brown, thank you very much. The only natural blond in the family is Zack. He just turned eleven, and his name is the light blue of a robin's egg. Zack has a lot of strange ideas. He can tell you exactly how many McDonald's hamburgers he's eaten in his lifetime. He has a detailed chart on his wall. The local paper ran a story about it once.

Jenna stops walking and points at my feet. "Your sneakers are untied," she says. "For a change."

I kick my sneakers off, tie the laces together, and drape them over my shoulder. I prefer to be barefoot anyway. Every night, the water in the bottom of my shower turns brown for a minute as the dirt runs from between my toes. Beth refuses to shower after me. Jenna starts to say something, but her words get drowned out by a helicopter flying overhead. The roaring sound instantly fills my vision with brown streaks and slashes, and I look up to see the familiar markings of my father's chopper. He sells and repairs small farm equipment and uses the helicopter to get to out-of-the-way places. Jenna and I wave, long hair whipping around our faces, but I don't think he sees us. When Zack was little, he was scared Dad wouldn't be able to find his way home. Zack cried and cried every time the helicopter took off. Finally Dad took me and Beth and Zack up in the chopper with him to show us how easy it is to spot the landing site. Beth threw up the entire time and hasn't gone for a ride since.

"Are you ever scared to fly with him?" Jenna asks when we can hear each other again. "That thing looks like it's ready to fall apart."

"It's fun," I tell her, tucking my hair back in its ponytail. "It feels like you 're a bird up there. Everything looks different. You're always welcome to come with us, you know."

A look of horror flits across Jenna's face. "No thanks." In all these years, Jenna has never accepted my offer. "So have you gone up to the cemetery yet?" she asks as we continue walking along the bottom of the ravine.

"No, not yet. I still have to finish the painting." It was Jenna's idea that I bring my grandfather a present on the one-year anniversary of his death. She brings her mother something each year, and her mother gives her gifts from the grave. Well, sort of. When Mrs. Davis knew she wasn't going to live much longer, she stocked up on presents and wrote long letters about her life. She gave them to my mother to keep, and each year on Jenna's birthday, my mother sends her one of the packages in the mail. One of these years, the gifts are going to run out and that will be a very sad birthday indeed.

"Can I see the painting?" Jenna asks, even though she knows better.

"You know it's bad luck to show it before it's done." "Why are you so superstitious?" she asks, wiping her sweaty brow and leaving a streak of dirt. "I thought your brother's superstitions drove you crazy."

"They do," I insist. "I'm not half as bad as him. If a black cat crosses his path, he locks himself in his room for the rest of the day. And forget walking under ladders. If he sees our father do it, he makes him walk around the house backward. Twice. Zack says that if Dad really wanted to make sure he undid the bad luck, he would cross his fingers until he saw a dog." "But you don't have a dog."

"I know." "And what's with the ladder thing anyway?" I shrug. "I have no idea. But you definitely don't want to walk under one." "There's a lot of weirdness in your family," Jenna says, picking at a scab on her elbow.

She doesn't even know about my own personal brand of weirdness. Like everybody else, she seems to have forgotten about my third-grade incident. Which is just fine with me. "You know," Jenna says, stepping carefully over a gnarled branch, "my father told me it could take a soul a whole year to reach heaven. Maybe that's why it took you a year to finish the painting of your grandfather."

I have my own theory on my grandfather's soul, but I haven't told anyone. After all, I am good at keeping secrets. "That could be it," I respond. "C'mon, let's get back so it doesn't take me any longer. I want to bring the painting to the cemetery before dinner."

"Do we have time for a quick PIC mission?" Jenna asks as we climb back up the slope.

I hated to skip out on the best part of the day, our PIC mission. Partners in Crime. The term was another gift from Jenna's mom. She made it up after she caught me standing guard while Jenna stole quarters from the cow-shaped cookie jar in their kitchen. After that we learned to be more careful. In fifth grade, we hid in Beth's closet when she had a slumber party. We heard lots of juicy gossip, as well as some stuff about how babies are made that cleared up a few lingering questions. To this day, Jenna and I count that as our most successful mission.

"I really can't today," I tell her. "Oh, it's okay. I can't think of anything good anyway. This town is just too boring." She kicks up a pile of dirt with the toe of her sneaker and sighs loudly.

It takes longer than it should to get home because we have to walk all the way around the Davises' fields. Jenna's father actually farms his land; he grows soybeans and the sweetest corn for miles around. My father plowed under our fields to make the landing space for his helicopter. Jenna's father thinks my father is lazy since he only flies three times a week and is back by dinnertime. My father thinks Jenna's father should mind his own business. "Is your dad ever going to stop working on your house?" Jenna asks as we come into view of it. Everyone in town, including the rest of my family, wants to know the answer to that question. The helicopter is now parked out back, and my father is already halfway up the ladder on his way to the roof.

"I don't think so," I reply honestly. My sprawling house is famous in these parts and never fails to get a reaction. First, people stare. They look up; they look down. Sometimes they even do that twice. The house is almost like a living creature that keeps expanding and contracting and remaking itself. Every inch of it was built by my father and grandfather from all different kinds of wood-whatever they could borrow, barter, or beg for. They could never agree on how the house should be laid out, so they each did their own thing and eventually met up in the middle.

This technique resulted in a number of doors that lead nowhere and stairs that go inside walls like secret passageways. That is how Jenna and I managed to wind up in the back of Beth's closet, so I guess the spider web filled tunnels are good for something. My father is usually on a ladder hammering away at the roof when he's not tinkering with the chopper. I call him Casper because we hardly ever see him at ground level. He calls me Wild Child because I'm always running around barefoot feeling the earth under my feet and predicting rain.

"Hi, Mr. Winchell," Jenna shouts. My father waves at us with his hammer, his mouth full of nails. "Bye, Mr. Winchell," Jenna shouts again as she heads toward her own smaller and much more normal house. He tries to wave again, slips slightly, then quickly regains his balance.

"How long will you be up there?" I call out. "Till your mother makes me come down." "Great," I mutter. That means at least a few more hours of hammering until Mom brings Beth back from the airport. Beth 's been gone for six whole weeks at a summer college-prep program in California. She won a full scholarship by writing an essay on the pressure of writing an essay. It was Zack 's idea. Her return is all too soon if you ask me. It was nice not having anyone boss me around.

The hammering begins and the familiar mottled gray bursts of color appear about a foot away from my face. The color and shape of a hammer hitting a nail has become such a part of my existence that I barely notice it. I can see right through the color-bursts, but they still distract me from whatever I 'm doing. If it was a nicer color, I might not mind as much.

I slip into my sneakers as I approach the back kitchen door, stepping cautiously around wooden planks, hammers, nails, and one very scary-looking chain saw. As always, the smell of sawdust is in the air and on my clothes and in my throat. It is inescapable around here, and it has long since mingled with the taste of multicolored chalk dust that still haunts me from third grade.

I go up to my room and look for Mango, whose official name is Mango the Magnificant. He usually sleeps at the foot of my bed on my old Winnie-the-Pooh baby blanket, completely covering the faded Pooh and Piglet walking into the sunset. He's not there now, but he left behind his favorite toy-a stuffed Tweety Bird that he likes to carry around in his mouth. I call out his name and hear a faraway, orange-soda-colored meow in response. I trace the sound to Beth's room and find the little gray-and-white traitor curled up on Beth's pillow. I swoop him up in my arms and glance at Beth's night table. By some huge oversight on her part, Beth left her diary right out in plain sight when she went to California. When I first noticed it, I thought maybe she wanted me to read it. Then I decided that she had probably booby-trapped it somehow and she'd know if I peeked.

I deposit Mango on my blanket, where he belongs. I start to shut the door behind me, when Zack sticks his foot in the way. "Just a sec, Mia," Zack says, pushing the door back open. "I need to do something."

"You need to do something in my room?" I ask, instantly suspicious. Zack has only recently gotten over his destructive phase. For years, nothing in the house was safe. He was very good at taking things apart but much less skilled at the art of putting them back together.

"Don't worry," he insists. "It will only take a second." "On one condition," I say, trapping him in the doorway. "You have to tell me why it's bad luck to walk under a ladder." He rolls his eyes. "That's easy. It's because you're disrupting the sacred triangle of life formed by the ladder, the ground, and the wall."

"Huh?" I let my guard down,, and he takes this opportunity to brush past me into my room. He heads directly over to my clock collection on the far wall. I follow him and notice he's clutching several watches in his small hands. Two belong to my father, one is my mother's, and one is Beth's.

"What are you doing with all those wa-" "Shh," he says, cutting me off. "I have to get this exactly right." He stares at the faces of my clocks as if they have a message for him. "Get what exactly ri-"

"Shh!" His eyes dart from the wooden cuckoo clock to the fluorescent star-shaped one, over to the big digital one, down to the clock in the shape of a train, and across to the electronic one that speaks the time out loud. I've collected clocks since first grade.

Every Christmas, I get to pick out another one. "I have to set these watches exactly right," Zack explains, busily twisting the watch dials to match the time on my synchronized clocks. "Otherwise, some of us will be living in the past and some in the future. In the very same house! Can't have that. Very bad." "What difference could a minute or two make?" "It has to do with folds in the space-time continuum, obviously," he replies, as though I should clearly have known that.

Continues...


Excerpted from A Mango-Shaped Space by Wendy Mass Copyright © 2003 by Wendy Mass
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2008

    Fantabulous

    This book was amazing! I first picked it up because of the strange title, then I started reading it and I was hooked. I had no idea that synesthesia existed! Even though this book talks about a medical stuff, it reads like a great novel. I cry every time I read it but it continues to amaze me. Great book for book reports.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2013

    Luv it

    This book was amazing. Definetly NO waste of cash. Trust me: this book will be no disappointment

    P.S. They should seriously make this a movie. Click yes if you agree!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

    48 out of 52 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2008

    Absolutely amazing.

    Wendy Mass is now one of my favorite authors. A mango shaped space was inspiring and heart-warming. it only took me a few days to finish it, beacause once you read a page, youre automatically hooked. trust me, read it. :)

    22 out of 26 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 30, 2009

    Inspiring

    This book inspired me to research mia's problem. Im was tolaty sucked in by its title and ratings and found it was proboly the most inspiring book iv'e ever read. I reconmen it to anyone who loves books

    21 out of 28 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2005

    a great portrayl of synesthia

    i my self have synesthia. i thought this book was a great way to show people the truth about synesthia. i can relate to the character so much it's scary. i think it is a MUST READ for all ages!!!

    21 out of 27 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 7, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    "A Mango Shaped Space"= AWESOME!!!

    in this book the main character has synesthesia and through out this book she is trying to get rid of her synesthesia so she doesn't fail school (she is in algebra and she sees numbers as colors and the numbers are always changing in algebra). but then she realizes how wonderful synesthesia is and that without it the world is very very boring.

    18 out of 27 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2008

    A reviewer

    OMG that was the best book ever. I would have never guessed the ending! It was sad at times but it was the best book I have ever read! I would reccomend it to ANYBODY!!

    14 out of 21 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 9, 2008

    Mango Book

    This book was incredible! I absolutely loved it, even though the ending was kind of sad. I started crying during math class. This has to be one of my favorite books ever and I'd recommend it to anybody.

    13 out of 17 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2012

    How is it possible not to like this book?

    In A Mango-Shaped Space, thre were times when i cheered and times when i cried. There are some places you wonder "Why on earth would she do that?" and times when you might think"I would do tht too!Cool!" This book is very moving and you must read it!!!! :-P

    12 out of 15 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2008

    the most amazing book!!

    omg, once i srarted this book i just could not stop it!!! it is probally the best book i have ever read!!!! i promise it is great!!

    11 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2008

    I WANT MORE!!!!!

    This book was like an escape. An escape to find life not know what to do or where to start!

    11 out of 17 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 16, 2012

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    The plot is extremely interesting and really, for lack of a better word, new.

    Here's what I like about A Mango-Shaped Space by Wendy Mass: The plot is extremely interesting and really, for lack of a better word, new. Mass talks about a condition that most people have never even heard of and she just runs with it.

    Here's what I don't like: Mass is at pains throughout the novel to make sure everyone knows her narrator is young. I also have mixed feelings about it winning an award (the Kaplan award I believe) for artistically representing life with a disability.

    Here's some information so you can actually understand what I'm going on about: Okay, so the book follows thirteen-year-old Mia. Mia has synesthesia, a neurological condition that allows her to see letters and numbers in color. As the blurb on the back of the book states, Mia named her cat Mango because that is the color of his breathing. That is, you will agree, pretty cool. The action of the story starts when Mia realizes she can no longer keep her condition a secret from her friends and family because it's starting to interfere with her schoolwork. So Mia starts going to doctors and she finally meets people just like her.

    So, on one level, this story is about dealing with synesthesia. But it also has a lot more going on. Mia's grandfather has recently died and, as readers will learn, Mango's place in the story is intricately tied to that of Mia's grandfather. At the end of the day, more than being about dealing with a disability (I'm not even sure I like calling synesthesia a disability) A Mango-Shaped Space is about accepting who you are and coping with the harder parts of life.

    I read this book back-to-back with Sherman Alexie's The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian so comparisons are inevitable. What I found really interesting is that Alexie's narrator is only a year older than Mia, but the story is clearly appropriate for teens--I'd never give it to a ten year old for instance. Mass' novel, on the other hand, could just as easily be cataloged as a Children's book rather than Young Adult (left to my own devices I think I would do just that). Why? Well, like I said, Mass makes sure we know how young Mia is. Revelations like Mia never previously sitting with a boy at lunch or attending a boy-girl party abound in the narrative--sometimes unnecessarily.

    At the same time, the material is just less heavy. The tone is lighter and the characters are a little less developed so that their hurts never quite hit home. I'm not sure if this is a bad thing though--it just makes it clear, while reading, that the book could be appropriate for a younger audience.

    I'd definitely give this book a look though. The prose is easy to digest and the story is really interesting. And, surprisingly, the story features a lot of characters who are just as interesting to meet as Mia (with her synesthesia)--Mia's little brother Zach is a particular favorite for this reviewer.

    10 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2005

    There needs to be a sequel!!!

    This book is so good. BEfore i read it i had never heard of synesthia, so it was amazing to learn about it! Although the book was good I hope there will be a sequel and soon!!!!

    6 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2012

    A mango shapes the word amazing

    I found this book absolutely touching. It got me emotional, and I'm really not the teary-eyed kind of person. Anyonewho reads this will definately enjoy it!

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 23, 2012

    Love this book!

    This book was sooooo good and Wendy Mass is amazing! Heaven looks a lot like the mall is a good one, too!

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2012

    Great book!

    This book was one of my favorites by Wendy Mass. It has true variety to it! The book is so well written,and it shows everything from Mias (the main characters) point of view,and she tells her story. It is a very interesting story and I would recomen it to anyone! Great job Wendy!!

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2013

    Great book!!!

    After I read this book I realized I have some synesthesia too! My months acrually have colors and they are arranged on a clock. For example, June is were the six is. May is dark purple and my least favorite month is October because it's black.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2012

    Wendy Mass does it again!

    I love this book and this author!
    Ever since i read this book i've been watching for her new books. This is a majorly good book although i cried at the end.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 8, 2012

    What I thought of "A Mango-Shaped Space"

    Personally, I enjoyed reading about the life of a fellow synesthete. The story plot was simple and it made for a quick, easy read. However, the death of Mia's cat Mango was unbearably predictable and I felt as though the writing was simplistic and the author left many loose ends, such Mia's separate but necessary relationships with Roger and Adam. All-in-all, this was an interesting novel but lacked many necessary features.

    4 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2013

    Mango shaped space

    AWESOME BOOK!

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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