A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, the book

Last end of summer/beginning of fall I finished what is now my favorite book, and the inspiration behind my blog name, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. The two and a half hours I used to spend commuting each day flew by like they never had before while I was reading this book. (That was also around the time I stopped blogging regularly, and this is one of the unfinished posts I'm just getting around to finishing.)

The main character, Francie, grew up in Brooklyn. She is a smart, tough survivor, who loves the library, loves to read, and loves dill pickles. What's not to love about a character like that? (Hmm, now I'm beginning to notice why I loved Francie so much and why I loved this book!)

As soon as I finished reading it, I lent it to my co-worker who I hoped would enjoy it as much as I did. My plan was when she returned it, to read it again. She got halfway through it. Said it was good, but really descriptive--she couldn't focus on it. (What I loved about the book was that it was so descriptive!) This I believe speaks of the younger, instant gratification generation. You know, the generation that never has to even type entire words (lol, btw, rotfl, etc.) to describe their feelings, how are they expected to read a book where entire paragraphs are devoted to a thought? Or, we just have different tastes in books.

So I didn't read it again. Instead I lent it to my sister (no generational gap there!) so I could have her opinion. Trouble is, I gave it to my younger sister to pass off to my older sister. So I now have a missing book!

If you've read the book yourself, I'd love to know your opinion. Did you like it, love it, never finish it? If you haven't read it, get to the library and read it and then let me know your opinion. And share with me your favorite book!