In fifth grade I checked A Tree Grows In Brooklyn out of the library. I don't think I got very far, and for some unexplainable reason have never read it since. Luckily I had a 40% off coupon to boarders and the book I was intending to get was sold out. I called my older sister, a font of useful knowledge and good conversation, for "what books do I have on my To Read list" advice. As we talked about possibilities I came face to face with Betty Smith's classic.
"Oh, A Tree Grows In Brooklyn!" I say.
"Yes, get it!" She says.
She had been telling me less then a week before that it was one of her favorite books and I should read it! It was a sign. I purchased it happily and now anticipate soaking up a great, never-been-read book just in time for spring to begin making an appearance.
The anticipation of a good book...