This book is full of quietly powerful moments. I finished it a couple of days ago, but the deep friendship between Vaclav and Lena keeps floating to the surface of my thoughts, bumping into other thoughts. V&L are children (for most of the book) in a Brooklyn neighborhood full of Russian immigrants. Their story, though wildly different in many ways from my own story, has in it something familiar: unending friendship. It's a story about what it means to have (as the inside jacket says), "an everlasting connection with someone else." Childhood friendship, at its best, can feel like that, can become that. My friend Maureen at Rose Water & Orange Blossoms wrote about it today, and I have carried her post close to my heart on this sunny, snowless, winterless winter day.
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