“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 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. 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.” - A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
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