As she read, at peace with the world and happy as only a little girl could be with a fine book and a little bowl of candy, and all alone in the house, the leaf shadows shifted and the afternoon passed.
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn One of my very very favorite books of all time, ever, though today I’m reading the brilliant Margaret Atwood’s The Year of the Flood. And eating a little dish of peanut M&Ms, one of my very very favorite candies of all time.
