I like small books, just as I like small movies. Not small in import or impact, but small in tone and size. As I picked up Sidewalk Dancing, I liked the feel of it in my hands, just like my beloved Loeb Classics volumes. Yet, the small size of the book belies its effect. Moffitt draws us into an intimate world of family relationships, friends gained and lost, and cultures dancing with one another, one step forward, two steps back. The book reminds me of some of my favorite films, short on gimmicks, but long on humanity. Despite my fondness for small books, I did not want this one to end.