New York City is my hometown. It’s a great place for people-watching and eaves-dropping on millions of stories. The city is so packed that the personal does become public even when you are wearing ear buds.
The day I heard the following description about this book, I knew I had to read it:
“This books doesn’t talk hipster Brooklyn. It talks about the Brooklyn I belong to. A Brooklyn-by-way-of-Bangladesh with little bit of “Royal Tenenbaums.” …. With sex. Hallucinations, hijabs and handlebars on the always-busy Atlantic Ave. ”
Have you read this book? Share your thoughts….