This is actually a more difficult question to answer than I thought. My favorite book varies by age and mood to be honest. So, I’m answering based on the book I was most proud of myself for completing. It has long been a favorite so the answer is by no means inaccurate: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith.
I was a pre-teen when I finished this book for summer reading. I remember being so very, very proud of myself for finishing it. It was by far the longest and most challenging book I had read. Thirty odd years later and I can’t tell you what happened in the book anymore, but I can tell you that I loved it.
Out of curiosity this morning, I looked up Betty Smith on the web. The woman lived an interesting life for when she was born. Looking back with rose colored glasses, we never imagine that a woman born before 1900 venturing out to go to college and divorce her husband to remarry.