<human>: Summarize the given text in a few sentences.

Dear Readers, 

I always called myself an avid reader. Growing up, books were my escape from a less than ideal childhood. My Lit classes in college were easy As and I always envisioned my adult life as a scholar and reader. But then, ...life, you know? With no time for in depth reading, but with this emptyness in my soul, I read what seemed popular or quick, but fun. 

I knew it was no answer and I hoped, soon, to get back to my old classic favorites, but they're all boxed up. I'm living in-between and it doesn't make sense to open the boxes now when I'll have to up and move again. Hopefully next time with permanence and shelves.

Finally my graphic novels all dried up and I had no motivation to buy the next quick read, so I opened a box. I just needed something long to read. Something that will take my time and if I put it down half way through because I hate it, then at least I've killed some time. 

In all the books in that box, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn was the only one unread by me (it belonged to my sister once, with an inscription to her from our Dad). Why not read that one? I always turned it down as a kid because who cares about New York? I live in Florida; plenty of trees here.

It took me a week to get through and I've only just finished it and I'm so sad. I laid in bed and held on to the last few words, rolling them over in my mind, and cried. 

I felt like a human being being told a story, rather than an audience being sold on the same story with a different cover. I felt proud of Francie and optimistic about her life after the end. I'm so grateful that I finally read this book but I'm so sad that now as an adult I feel like no other book will speak to me the way this one did. 

I guess I'll just read it again.
<bot>: book moved me to tears, had to share emotional vomit with fellow readers since boyfriend is asleep and is reading Wheel of Time anyways and won't understand how I feel.