i have been reading 'a tree grows in brooklyn' by betty smith as recommended and am astonished at the similiarities in our writing styles! i almost feel ashamed to continue my own work knowing the uncanny likeness to her already published work. there's even an Eliza, although a short mention. but still. and her sentence construction is poignant and to the point and her story-telling is concise and moving. brief but beautiful! oh!
francie is a girl. i am a girl. francie delights. as do i.
she has grown up with her parents but all by herself in williamsburg, brooklyn. that's in new york state. it may as well be my back door. such is it's charm.
johnny is her papa, katie is her mama. johnny left hildy and went katie's way. i'd hate that to happen to me with my 'feller' but they are good together.
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