I'm not sure I was the target audience for this book, unfortunately. Based on the book's description, I was looking forward to a dry and humorous story set in a Jewish community in 1960s New Jersey, but what I read was a profoundly sad and, at times, quite upsetting, story about a young gay boy with an absent and abusive mother, who herself is victim of abuse. I did enjoy some of the writing, which, at times, felt reminiscent of Chaim Potok. At other points, the writing felt more like a play with stage directions, which wasn't entirely to my taste. I think there are readers out there who would enjoy this one—it just wasn't what I was looking to read.

Thank you to the publisher and NetGalley for providing an e-ARC in exchange for an honest review.