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Every day you must read one page from some good book to your child. Every day this must be until the child learns to read. Then she must read every day, I know this is the secret

Betty Smith

You won’t die, Francie. You were born to lick this rotten life.
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Born Dies Rotten
She went out and took a last long look at the shabby little library. She knew she would never see it again.
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Eye Long Years
I’ll have a desk like this in my parlor and white walls and a clean green blotter every Saturday night and a row of shining yellow pencils always sharpened for writing and a golden-brown bowl with a flower or some leaves or berries always in it and books . . . books . . . books. . . .
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Desk Parlor Sharpened Shining Weekend
“Beautiful legs, then, is the secret of being a mistriss,” concluded Francie. She looked down at her own long thin legs. “I’ll never make it, I guess.” Sighing , she resigned herself to a sinless life.
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Beautiful Herself Legs Looked Resigned
Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.
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Book Crosswords People
If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can’t see how beautiful it really is.
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Beautiful Thinking Tree
Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!
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Wish Wonderful Young
I hate all those flirty-birty games that women make up. Life’s too short. If you ever find a man you love, don’t waste time hanging your head and simpering. Go right up to him and say, ‘I love you. How about getting married?
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Flirty Hate Love Make Women
The library was a little old shaby place. Francie thought it was beautiful. The feeling she had about it was as good as the feeling she had about church. She pushed open the door and went in.
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Beautiful Doors Library Past Place
Sometimes I say I don’t believe in God and Jesus and Mary. I’m a bad Catholic because I miss mass once in a while and I grumble when, at confession,
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Believe Confession God Jesus Mass Once
From that moment on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again.
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Lonely Reading World
In teaching your child, do not forget that suffering is good too. It makes a person rich in character.
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Character Children Teaching
I’ll not punish you for having an imagination.
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Imagination Person Punish
Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn New York. Especially in the summer of 1912. Somber as a word was better. But it did not apply to Williamsburg Brooklyn.
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Beautiful Country Summer
Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn’t happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?
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Brooklyn Dream Happen Real
She was surprised at how tiny it seemed now. She supposed the school was just as big as it had ever been only her eyes had grown used to looking at bigger things.
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Eyes School Tiny

Every day you must read one page from some good book to your child. Every day this must be until the child learns to read. Then she must read every day, I know this is the secret

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