A kind reader sent me this book recommendation (thank you Angela!) and I quickly ordered it after reading the reviews and received it yesterday in the mail and stayed up till 3:30 a.m. last night, which is not a good idea as it can me a bit snappy, go figure, the next day, but I couldn’t help myself.
I know I have written of my love of immigrant stories and this is one of the best ones I’ve read. It is a story written by the daughter of an Italian immigrant who came over with nothing, by himself as a child (12 I believe) to make a better life for himself. He worked himself to the bone to provide for his family over his lifetime and had just as strong of a value system as he did a work ethic. I am grateful his daughter possesses the talent and took the time to write about his incredible life. I am reminded once again of how lucky I am, and how I must zip it with any piddly complaints I have about little ridiculous things. We live in laps of luxury. all of us. The loss this man experienced, the hardship, the poverty, the work he and his family put in every day is amazing and inspirational. This book also speaks to the strength and love of family and how important those relationships are.
I loved it.
Tonight I might need to go to bed a bit earlier than usual but it was worth it. 🙂