Welcome to Litsy!

I love rich, character-based fiction & felt immediately caught up in the inner and outer life of one Toronto woman, Miriam Moscowitz, who‘s out of step with her contemporaries in 1957 because she wants to go on to graduate school and become a professor. The second part of this quiet novel skips ahead to 2005, allowing a glimpse of the intervening years while showing the fullness of Miriam‘s life in the 21st century. #CanadianAuthor

“…they make a promise to each wear the jeans and then send it to the next person and describe all their adventures while wearing them. I mean, it‘s a pretty stupid idea, like that would ever happen, and the girls are way too nice to each other, which in my opinion is less believable than anything in Harry Potter. But you know what? I can‘t put it down.”
“It sounds quite delicious. I wonder what makes us just have to keep reading a book? ⬇️

Twice he had asked her to marry him, or rather talked about being married without quite asking, afraid of what she would say, so she hadn‘t felt obliged to give him an answer. But one day, she knew, he‘d do something atrocious like get down on his knee.

Each year they rented a cottage on the south shore of Lake Simcoe, in the section where Jews could buy property, the drives marked by wooden signs: The Horvaths, The Targovetskys, Camp Kugel. On Friday nights candles could be seen burning in cottage windows.

She didn‘t mind seeing a Hollywood horse opera if it made Isidore happy. […]
He wanted to talk about the film and so she went on about moral ambiguity until he interrupted her by saying, “Why are you trying to spoil the film? Come on, Minnie. Lancaster was the good guy and Douglas was the bad guy. All that studying is going to your head.”
“Where else is it supposed to go, my kidneys?”