Fiction Fridays: The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros

What surprises me about this book is how much I love the structure--little vignettes that Cisneros described as "lazy poems"--because I don't tend to read collections of short stories, which this essentially is. Perhaps because each one is about the same person, Esperanza, so they are all obviously connected. And it reads like a memoir, and I love memoirs.
Anyway, I am always delighted to read books with a unique structure, and I hope to one day write a novel in a similar fashion. I feel that it would be so freeing to jot down little stories that when pieced together, tell someone's whole life. Really, we are all just made up of our little memories because the stuff we can't or don't remember cease to be part of our identity anymore.
Critics and audiences latch onto the themes of sexism and racism, but really it boils down to identity, which is a powerful theme that, for me, is a must for a book to make it onto my "tops" list.
Have you read any books similar to The House on Mango Street that you can recommend to me?