Title: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
Author: Betty Smith
Length: 493 pages
Year Written: 1943
Why I chose this book: Only knew of it in the sense that
it’s an important, classic novel. And I love to tackle those.
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn took an excessively long time for me
to finish reading. The book is just shy of 500 pages, and more importantly, it
covers nearly two decades of the life of a poor family in Brooklyn. I read
about how Katie met Johnny, they got married, had Francie and Neeley a year
apart—then I followed Francie through childhood, adolescence, and eventually
adulthood. I am, at this point, thoroughly invested in Francie and her family.
I’ve spent three weeks with them.
In the book’s introduction, Anna Quindlen writes that A Tree
in Brooklyn is “not the sort of book that can be reduced to its plot line.” It
is about the human experience. It is about family, failures, fortunes,
friendships. It is about a little girl who is aware that her younger brother is
favored, a little girl that reads no less than one book a day, a girl that
pretends with her family that they are in the North Pole awaiting rescue when there is no food in the house. It
is about her alcoholic dad, her proud mom, her wise grandmother, her irreverent
aunts. It is sometimes heartbreaking and most of the time intriguing, reading
about this small slice of life during a time I can’t fathom living through. Times
in this book were hard, but nothing that the human spirit won’t fight against
with utter resilience.
All in all, the book was a bit long, but ripe with realness.
It’s almost reminiscent of To Kill A Mockingbird, with Francie and Neeley
giving a little bit of a Jem and Finch vibe at times. I see why it’s a classic,
and is probably worth a closer re-read at some point in my life.
Rating: 8.6/10