A Mango-Shaped Spaceby Wendy MassI knew this book would make me cry from the first time I read a review of it this past summer (though do you think I can remember whose blog I read about it on? Heck, no!) What I didn't know was exactly how much this book would make me cry. Goodness, I was in tears for the last quarter of the book and then for at least 45 minutes after I finished it. I am pathetic. *grin*I loved this book. LOVED IT.Mia is a thirteen year old girl who is diagnosed with a rare condition called synesthesia. She sees colour in numbers and words and always thought everyone saw the world this way until one day in the third grade when she let it slip that each number should have its own colour and she was made fun of and sent to the principal's office for acting out. Since the age of eight, Mia has hid the way she sees the world from everyone, until she just can't take it any longer. Finally getting the courage to tell her parents she's taken to various doctors to try and figure out what was wrong with her. Turns out there was nothing wrong, just the way she perceives things is different from most people and there are others out there just like her.The review that I read a few months ago (and now can not find) really caught my attention since I was told in my early 20s that I have a mild form of this condition. I can't express myself in words when I feel something because my feelings are generally colours and shapes. When I hear music I see the colours all around me and when I read, well, I have a lot of trouble with reading black on white (or vice-versa) if I need to study something (probably one of the reasons I much prefer fiction to non-fiction, I don't have to remember what I read). I remember being in the councillor's office at University, trying to figure out what was wrong with me, why I couldn't study and was failing classes. Turns out I have mild many things, dyslexia, too. Who knew? This would have been VERY nice to know when I was in elementary school or high school even. I had to find out when I gave up on University. Anyhow, I was told to place coloured acetates over my textbooks to help me absorb the information easier. I work well with blues and purples, they help a little. All my notes from high school on were always written in  multi-coloured ink. I was able to remember things for tests easier that way because I could visualize what was written in which colour and it helped my memorization.Um, not that this post is all about me. It's just a little background into why I was so interested in this story and not only did the subject interest me, but the book was excellently written and very touching.I would certainly read more by this author if I came by her books.