A Tree Grows In Brooklyn by Betty Smith.
Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith. I read this book in either fifth or sixth grade. A time when as a child I loved that it was censored. Not because it was censored but because it had something that those who published the book believed had something censor-worthy. Loved that stuff “OHH it’s bad.. they’re trying to censor/ban the thing” ..that was me as a child.
This book is a coming of age about Francie and the wonders of life..and how things lose their magic as you age. It was a wonderful book to help prepare me for the lose of things as you age.
I wasn’t necessarily a pessimistic child growing up. But my mom suffered with depression/ possibly bipolar disorder. So, I lived with a parent in unsteady waters working through and ignoring her mental health concerns as a kid.
This in turn caused me to be a very anxious child, this anxiety turned into depression as I aged. So, reading about Francie in poverty and dealing with her life growing up – it helped a lot. Yes, she lives in the past in comparison but I related and understood a lot of the things.
People aren’t usually thrilled to find out that THIS book is my favorite book. I never go into detail about why I love this book. But I don’t think this is universally loved as I love it and that’s fine.
But every time life presents me things that I dreamt of but the real thing isn’t as magical… I always think about this. For example, when I went into teaching school.
I thought I was going to meet people who were kinda like me. The love of learning, reading and figuring out things .. that’s the teaching life right? Except nope, nada like that at all. This is very recent and I always think back to this book —- for this example her and the library she goes to I have flashbacks of it a lot.
Do you have a book that reminds you of something specific in life (person, place or a time?)
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