These two visiting teachers were the gold and silver sunsplash in the great muddy river of school days, days made up of dreary hours in which Teacher made her pupils sit rigid with their hands folded behind their back while she read a novel hidden in her lap. If all the teachers had been like Miss Bernstone and Mr. Morton, Francie would have known plain what heaven was. But it was just as well. There had to be the dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background its flashing glory.
Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
2 comments:
I loved this book. It deserves a re-read! Thanks for bringing it to the forefront.
It's a fabulous book, isn't it? I just read it and absolutely fell in love with the story, the characters, the writing - everything.
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