The book, “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn” was a favorite of mine growing up. At the time Brooklyn didn’t have special meaning to me, more on this in a minute, but I loved the immigrant story in this and another cherished book “All of a Kind Family.” That book was closer to my own family’s story and I have fond memories of disappearing into these turn of the century worlds.
On my recent visit to spend time with my daughter who lives in Brooklyn, I took this photograph. Immediately, I was transported to my childhood room, where I spent many happy hours reading and escaping into historical fiction families. As I look forward to 2018, one of my reading goals will be to reread these gems.