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.
Był rabinem, wdowcem. Jego niewielkie mieszkanie na Brooklinie, było moim ukochanym miejscem, gdy dorastałam. Trochę dlatego, że było takie jak on - ciche i spokojne. Ale także dlatego, że było tam pełno książek.