I just recently started reading A Tree Grows In Brooklyn by Betty Smith after finishing the book Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury, both books on my to-read list from an earlier post. Dandelion had me fascinated by the poetry of Bradbury’s words. The entire book reads like a distant memory from childhood, which is a nice place to be for a few hours of reading.
Tree has been slow going…not because I don’t like it, but because I have not had time to read it. I’m on page 27 and have already renewed my copy at the library once. I can’t comment on the book as a whole yet, but there is one excerpt that I love already…
The story of Francois Villon was more wonderful each time she read it. Sometimes she worried for fear the book would be lost in the library and she’d never be able to read it again. She had once started copying the book in a two-cent notebook. She wanted to own a book so badly and she had thought the copying would do it. But the penciled sheets did not seem like nor smell like the library book so she had given it up, consoling herself with the vow that when she grew up, she would work hard, save money and buy every single book that she liked.
I am always borrowing books. At this point in my life, extra money goes to making my own books a reality, but if there’s a book that I absolutely love, I will buy it. I have numerous books on my to-buy list right now! Anyway, this passage just hit me as I was reading. I’m sure a lot of readers feel this way at times, wanting to buy a book because it just speaks to them! I started gushing about this excerpt to Justin to which he replied, “Well, it’s nice, but it’s not the best thing I’ve ever read.” Okay, I concede. It’s probably not the best thing, but it is still so great! And it’s only page 27!
So, that’s what I’m reading…what about you??
UPDATE: I just finished reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn…all I can say is if you haven’t read it and you like to be immersed in the life your characters are living, you must go and pick up this book now. And for your reading pleasure…here are a few more lines that had me wishing this was my own book and not the library’s copy so I could circle them with little ink-filled hearts…
On learning to read: The barrier between the individual sound of each letter and the whole meaning of the word was removed and the printed word meant a thing at one quick glance.
On switching schools: It was a good thing she got herself into this other school. It showed her that there were other worlds besides the world she had been born into and that these other worlds were not unattainable.
On hearing of how one man’s mother reacted to him bringing home his first paycheck: Francie mused, “And her tears stood in her eyes.” She had never heard that expression before and it caught her fancy. “How could that be?” Neeley wanted to know. “Tears have no legs. They can’t stand.”