Nicholas's father grew up in Brooklyn, but you'd hardly know it. An Italian dinner at Nicholas's house in the suburbs is whole wheat pasta, organic tomato sauce, and, if he's lucky, a tofu meatball. And Brooklyn? Well, Brooklyn is the place his father left and never talks about. Nicholas has never been there, and he doesn't want to go now.
But when Nicholas tastes his grandma Tutti's meatballs for the first time, gets a nickname from his uncle Frankie, and makes a friend in the neighborhood, his feelings about Brooklyn, and family, begin to change.
I wish this book was also offered in the adult section, as it is fun for all ages! Kudos to the narrator who absolutely brings this to life: you can smell the marinara sauce cooking! The storyline is great; the authors bring you all the color and character of the neighborhood and those who live there --again, you feel like you know them and might bump into them on the street.
Whether you are more like Nicky and his father, or like Uncle Frankie or the goombas, you can relate to this warm, quickly-paced narrative that is also thought-provoking and nostalgic....and no, you don't have to be Italian to enjoy ~ I'm a grown woman from Missouri via Hawaii. Loved it!
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