Geeta Malik In “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,” Francie Nolan sat on her fire escape, ate peppermint wafers, spied on her neighbors, and read books.
In Aurora, I sat on my roof, ate pretzels, spied on my neighbors, and read “A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.” I felt seen by Francie Nolan and it surprised me when people were surprised by the fact that I related to her.
At a certain point, I understood that people assumed I’d have more in common with the slum kids in “City of Joy” than Francie.
No matter what came out of my mouth, my skin had already spoken for me.I grew up with films, books, art and music from all over the world and felt kinship with so many people who didn’t necessarily share my heritage.
Read more on variety.com