The world was hers for the reading
From that time on, the world was hers for
the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate
friends.
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 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.
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 An American author
Her Book: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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