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“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.”

Quote by Betty Smith

Work

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

This classic novel, published in 1943, is a poignant and inspiring story of resilience and the American Dream. The narrative is rich in detail, capturing the essence of life in a working-class family during a time of economic hardship and social change. The protagonist, Francie Nolan, navigates the challenges of poverty, education, and love, ultimately achieving her dreams against all odds. more

Author

Betty Smith
Betty Smith

Betty Smith was an American author known for her novel 'Peter Pan'. Her works are typically written from a child's perspective and have been beloved by readers of all ages. more

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