Upbringing, education, career, family these are the threads that comprise the fabric of one's existence. But for some people, there comes a time to rend that fabric, a wrenching time fraught with inner turmoil and conflict, until that fabric is finally sewn anew to form a richer, more pleasing pattern. The painstaking restitching demands great care and endless patience, but the satisfying results justify the effort.
Khay just reminded me about this one. Certainly better than most frum books at least in its content but as I recall it was another case that I thought it was well written when I was nine and then turned around in high school and found it stilted and dry. More and more I am seeing that frum books take on the same 'excellent writing' as productions and Artscroll - melodramatic and some fancy words thrown in but no real sense of subtelty or dimension. I remember though I read this well over ten years ago that there was a lot of tell don't show as well as needing the plot to move in certian directions and so the characters followed suit, not to mention poor dialogue. Still, I recall appreciating a more realistic look at the ba'al teshuva experience and what coems along with that.
I was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed this book. I found the characters relatable, a strong sense of place in both New York City and Jerusalem, and, as the blurb says on the back of the book, a compelling story of people "struggling to resolve conflicts between secular ambitions and a rewarding Jewish life."