THE MANGO TREE: A Memoir of Fruit, Florida and Felony by Annabelle Tometich - Review
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I just finished Annabelle Tometich's memoir, THE MANGO TREE (LittleBrownBooks) and what fun it is. One moment, I was laughing silly and the next, dabbing my eyes. THE MANGO TREE is also full of cultural Filipino information that I'm glad I didn't miss out on. At the first sentence you are hooked. "Rows of orange people sit handcuffed in a beige room. One of them is my mother." So begins THE MANGO TREE, a memoir about growing up a mixed-race Filipina "nobody" in the mostly lily-white suburban Fort Myers, Florida. Mom was the first one in her family to emigrate from the Philippines to the United States and her "American" children don't appreciate the hard work it has taken for her to be a brown person with a wide nose in Florida. Of course living with mom, a bitter manic-depressive is no picnic for Annabelle and her siblings. Annabelle's family is anything but "normal" and that's all Annabelle wants - to be normal and to b