I’m not entirely sure how this book landed on my Nook. But it did, so I took a stab at it. I also don’t really know how to describe it or how I feel about it.
I think I enjoyed it … but I also think some greater meaning may have escaped me.
I also apparently missed the fact that this was mildly based on a real person.
The book tells the story of a woman named Mazie who lived and loved during the Jazz Age, the Great Depression and beyond in New York City. It follows her life and the impact she had on those around her, painting a picture of a world she witnessed from behind the gate of a ticket booth at a movie theater.
It’s written as a combination of Mazie’s diary entries and interview/reflections of people who knew her ‘back then.’ Although I didn’t mind the multi-angle approach, I often found myself confused as to the context of the perspective I was reading. Who’s talking again? How are they connected?
The voices were often too many with too little context to make them resonate. There are only a handful of characters that were fleshed out enough to hold my interest.
Obviously, I kept reading to the end. So it’s not like I didn’t enjoy the book, but I think I kept hoping for something else that wasn’t there.
Verdict: Sure. It’s cute, but didn’t leave me thinking. You might get more out of it if you have an affinity to the streets of NYC.