bookmania:

“As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.” ― Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Photo by Laura Encursiva)
~   A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

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thecolorsofmymind:

 From that time on, the world was hers for the reading.  She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends.  Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.  There was poetry for quiet companionship.  There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours.  There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography.  On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived. … Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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