Miri is growing up Jewish, at least culturally Jewish in a Gentile
world. Child of a single mother her grandmother, with whom they live,
is not pleased to learn she's dating a goy boyfriend with an Irish
name. Miri is mortified to learn that her fancy clothes are
well-preserved hand-me-downs charitably donated by her Mother's
acquaintance. Fortunately the original wearer is not like my cousin
who greeted me at church with the declaration--you're wearing my
suit.
Elizabethtown where they live has been hit by three plane crashes.
This book is not easy reading. It's 402 pages seem to stretch on and
on, progress seeming extremely slow. I could use a character list to
keep all the people and their inter-relations straight.
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