5.0

I'm not Jewish.

I know next to nothing about Jewish culture, religion or, indeed, the geography of Israel.

None of that matters, this book was a joy. Funny and touching, it glitters and sparkles with the love of life and the dancing reflections of familial relations.

It's particularly well-written, too; every so often a fragment of prose fairly bursts from the text, demanding and capturing the reader's attention with a particulary resplendent turn of phrase, replete with beauty and meaning.

"Although it was forbidden, my mother allowed me to stick my head and arms a little way out the window, and the wind drew smiles on my face"

" "I remember the day your father brought her from the valley to Jerusalem," he said. "She was like a large red flower atop the stones of this sad town". "

And countless others.

Try this, I implore you. It will make your life that much svieeter.

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Finally, thank you, Meirav, for such a recommendation of shimmering splendour.

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