A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

I feel like probably a tree did actually fully grow in Brooklyn in the time it took me to read this book. It's a really good story, and it was amazing to get a glimpse of Brooklyn's slice of life from a hundred years ago. But boy howdy was it slow reading. And just when it started to get really interesting, it ended. (This is not to say that it wasn't interesting throughout, only that I was more intrigued by Francie Nolan as a young woman than as a child.)