When her husband, Barney, dies in the basement of their Bronx bookstore, Tessie Goodman is left with a financially ailing business in a crumbling, racially strained neighborhood and the memories of a cantankerous thirty-five-year marriage
I loved the description of his bookshop, but for some unknown reason the story just didn't resonate with me.Maybe it was a situation I was in at the time? I will try and pick it up again someday. Maybebe when life is definitely not so full of interruptions. If it ever happens.