A gift from my husband's niece, this is the first fiction book I was able to read aloud with my husband. He is a nonfiction-only kind of guy. He doesn't infer, predict, analyze, interpret, or even understand a character's motivations (in movies or books), much like in real life he is not at all concerned with people's deep down feelings. He's a great guy, don't get me wrong, but he deals with the literal present although enjoys a good story about the past as long as you don't want to analyze it or ask WHY something happened. He doesn't even have a clue why he and his first wife are divorced. So we've stuck with nonfiction. Because this was a gift from his beloved niece (to me), he was willing to let me read it to him probably as a gift to her. It was a success (but he missed anything that was alluded to between the lines and don't ask him why a character did what she did--she doesn't come right out and say it so therefore the reason is a non-issue). He enjoyed the story and gives it 4 stars.
For me, this book transported me to a better time and place, that part of your childhood where everything is good (and a character's motivations don't matter because everything is babci and her pierogi and embraces). Reading this book was the best part of the last few weeks. I'd have read it in one or two days if I didn't have to stick to one chapter or else my husband would fall asleep. Enough of my personal experience; here is what readers can expect.
Kowalski provides us with a strong female protagonist who is enduring the harsh, miserable experience of the month-long journey from Poland to America, 1908. Readers learn what turn-of-the-century rural Poland was like and you learn a lot about its sad history of being conquered by one group after another and the persecution that followed. This was what my ancestors left, at just that same time, and I never learned their story but feel like I got a taste with Aniela's (who, Kowalski explains, is based on his own great-grandmother). Readers go on this journey along with her, and you can feel her fear, hope, dreams, and taste her sourdough bread. As you traverse through her new life with her in America, you jump ahead to 2015 and alternate back and forth to see how it's all turned out and what troubles are being faced by her progeny.
I loved everything about this book; it has a good story, perfect pacing, absolutely loveable characters, Polish words that I loved to read aloud, warm descriptions of food and images of family coming together along with lightly humorous ruminations and philosophical thinking...everything I needed was there, and I think that my own identification with Polonia enhanced my pleasure being in this fictional Buffalo from 1908 to 2015.
I could not read the last chapter aloud; it was too much. Too rich, too much of my own loss tormenting me, too much of my own dreams unattained brought to mind with Iggy's character. It's a hopeful and light book, but because of my own Polish origin story, it provided quite a catharsis. Why was I crying and not able to finish the last chapter aloud, asking my husband to read that part to himself? You can bet he didn't ask! (Nonfiction for us from now own).
It's a book about family, old world meeting the new world, culture, heritage, survival, adaptation, self-determination, restaurants, and FOOD. I especially recommend it to Polish-Americans.