Brooklyn by Colm TóibínThe entire time I was reading this book I couldn't help but wonder why one earth my mother loved this book so much. Then I realized, after completing the last chapter, that my mother loved the book called "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn." And now I am too burned out on the whole Irish immigrant thing that I don't think I'll ever read the right Brooklyn book.
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So you're more like Lauren than you think . . . hedgehog . . . not hedge. ;)
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