My grandfather was a rabbi and he was a widower who lived alone in a small apartment in Brooklyn that was my favorite place in the world when I was growing up, partly because it was filled with his very gentle, very courtly presence and partly because it was filled with books.
Moj je djed bio rabin, bio je udovac koji je živio sam u malom stanu u Brooklynu. Dok sam odrastala to je bilo moje najdraže mjesto na svijetu, dijelom zbog toga što je bilo ispunjeno njegovom nježnom prisutnošću i dijelom jer je bilo ispunjeno knjigama.