-Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
-Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
I read the book, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, a long time ago… probably at least a decade ago. I remembered really loving the book at the time, but I didn’t quite remember it per se. Time erases a lot of books from my memory, even the ones I dearly loved. The slight familiarity makes the book that much better when you re-read it in the future.
Recently, I decided I wanted to re-read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. I found it in a local used bookstore a few weeks ago and have sporadically been reading it at bedtime. My younger self was definitely right in loving the book. I think I love and appreciate it for different reasons now, but neither are bad. The writing is poetic and having now been (and lived) in New York City, I understand a lot more.
Classics are classics for a reason. No, I don’t like to be like everyone else or like what everyone else likes, but if something is good, how can you deny it?
