My mother was a voracious reader. She filled our house with stacks and stacks of books, overflowing in various corners, and all ripe for the taking. There wasn’t a book my mother wouldn’t give me—except Brooklyn Pops Up. That one book was off-limits.
The One Book My Mother Wouldn’t Share With Me
My mother was a voracious reader. She filled our house with stacks and stacks of books, overflowing in various corners, and all ripe for the taking. There wasn’t a book my mother wouldn’t give me—except Brooklyn Pops Up. That one book was off-limits.