On Fridays, Freda’s Voice holds The Friday 56, a weekly booking meme. Essentially, you just grab a book, turn to page 56, post a sentence or a few sentences, and then join the link-up.
I’ve just finished reading The Boston Girl, and it is a really phenomenal read. The book is a first-person narration, written as though the narrator sits down for a chat with Ava, her college-aged granddaughter, about what it was like to grow up as a Jewish girl in Boston in the 1910s and 1920s.
The boys looked miserable in new shoes and starched shirts and the groom was blinking as if he had something in his eye.
“Where’s your family?” Mameh said.
Levine only had a few second cousins in America, but their children had gotten mumps, so the whole wedding party was just the eight of us, including his boys.