Wednesday, November 21, 2012

I think I'd like Francie.

"'Dear God,' she prayed, 'let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry... have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere -- be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.'"

- Francie, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

(Peggy Ann Garner in A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, via Horses Think)

1 comment:

  1. When I was younger, at Christmas my Uncle David would send me a new novel. This was one of the novels he sent me. I read it when I was probably 14. I don't remember much about it, but I'm pretty sure I liked it. This blog post makes me want to have my Mom send it from my bookshelf at home so I can read it again at a more mature age :)


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