Feldman, who at the age of twenty-three packed up her young son and their few possessions and walked away from her insular Hasidic roots in Brooklyn, explores the United States and Europe and, as a result of her travels, redefines her sense of identity as a non-Orthodox Jew committed to self-acceptance and healing.
Yes - to traveling and discovering her grandmother's roots in Europe, being indignant as to Europe's less than adequate remembrance of Holocaust, understanding more of her identity, while some other ways of expressing herself and finding herself seemed slightly over the board. But again, that's looking from the side. She was lost in this newfound freedom and empathy is expected. For her, all of it seemed worthwhile in the end. She finishes on a very optimistic note, and that's what counts. But deep inside, I still felt that she could have made better choices on occasion. Still, there IS a good writer in her...