I just plain didn't like this book.
There were so many inconsistencies. The story takes place in 1948. At least the main part of it. The author jumps between the 1930s and 1990s, and everywhere in between, making it difficult to follow sometimes.
One minute the characters are entrenched in Jewish culture, observing holidays, old traditions, and the next are embracing "progressive" thinking. Just too surreal. During the 1950s, people seldom divorced, much less, the woman going back to her maiden name, live together (oh, the sin!!), or did unmarried couples go on vacation together.
I am not Jewish. I do not speak Yiddish. I am not opposed to learning, but the whole culture, observances, words, and whatever else was thrown in was over the top. Half of the book is Jewish this, Jewish that, observing this, observing that, and on and on. What really bothered me was their prejudice against other people, be it their ethnicity, beliefs, or even their food! I get that this happened a long time ago, but it still bothered me. And for the mother to go completely crazy because her teenage son likes an Irish girl?
The little part that I thought totally ridiculous ~ the mothers let their 13 and 15 year old daughters go out in the evening wearing bright red lipstick! This was 1948!
The pièce de résistance was the whole thing with sexual identity/homosexual issue. I absolutely DETEST when an author takes a socially "hot button/topic" and interjects it into an historical story. Why? It was just so absolutely unbelievable and absurd. This was the 1950s!!!!!!! And moving in together? So unimaginable for that time period.
I would NOT recommend this book to ANYONE. I can't even believe I wasted my time reading this. Definitely a TBS (To Be Skipped) book.