Friday, June 19, 2015

Like Water for Chocolate: Review

Okay..lets talk about how much I hate the mother in this book. She is just a huge bundle of hate and selfishness. Since when are parents the ones that hold their kids back from accomplishing things in their lives. Like what kid actually wants to change diapers all their life and help feed adults through straws. DISGUSTING. I would not want to live at all, rather then living that life.
Anyways, Pedro is a little despicable as well. Just cause your in love, doesn't necessarily mean you have to like do whatever they want, or be whoever they need. I don't know, Pedro doesn't seem to know that about life.
Food is very prominent in this story. Tita constantly related her life to that of food because of the setting in which she grew up. She grew up around a kitchen. Tita is hesitant when asking if Pedro could come see her because Mama Elena is kind of a hard-ass who doesn't put up with much. Mama gets offended by Titas question because in this story, the youngest daughter is expected to obstain from marriage so that the girl can care for her mother; this is a very traditional value that Mama expects to be upheld in her household.
Because the values in this household are so important, Tita walks away from her mother and says she understands why Pedro cannot come see her, but underneath she is very upset because she is in love with him and he mother just doesn't understand. A few days later, Pedro comes to the house anyways, to see Tita. However, he is introduced to the eldest sister and Mama offers up he hand in marriage; Pedro accepts. Titas' heart is broken but she cannot express this. So like, its even heartbreaking when a friend, or a best friend starts dating a boy that you may have been previously involved with. But a sister? I can't imagine the pain that Tita feels. I would forever resent and hate my sister. Tita isn't even allowed to hate her, because she has to settle and pretend a life of taking care of her mother is fulfilling enough.

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