From "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn" by Betty Smith I never listen to what people tell me and I can't read. The only way I know what is right and wrong is the way I feel about things. If I feel bad, it's wrong. If I feel good, it's right.
One of my favorite books. I love the scene when they pour the coffee down the sink.
Yes I enjoyed that too. I liked the mother's logic, that Francie was entitled to the coffee and she was free to do with it what she wanted, rather than just not giving it to her because she will not drink it.
The only little bit of frivolousness that was allowed, because they were so poor.