I really enjoyed Mr. Bernstein's previous two books and was looking forward to this one. It was an okay read, but I was very much disappointed. Like the other two, it was an autobiography, sure, but the others read much more like novels to me. This one seemed to be a jumble of various thoughts an...
I really enjoyed all three memoirs (The Invisible Wall & The Dream preceded this one), but I found this one to be redundant with things that were covered in the other books. I also noticed redundancy of material within the book. Yet, it was great to read how the 'final' portion of his life play...
Bernstein was 93 years old when he wrote this memoir, (his first book) of his childhood in an English mill town. For those readers who require that their books be firmly grounded in time and place, The Invisible Wall will be a delight. Little Harry describes the segregated working class neighborh...
THE CLATTERING OF clogs down the street in the early morning was no longer as loud or as brisk. Sometimes there was none. The military was no longer ordering uniforms, so trade had slowed. The tailoring shops were idled just as the mills were, and the men and the boys and girls who worked there s...
People had been living there a long time and everybody knew everything there was to know about everybody else. It was, after all, just a small, cobbled street with only two long rows of houses facing one another, all the houses linked together under a common slate roof, with short, stubby chimney...
She was a nurse practitioner and knowledgeable about medicine, and she knew who were the best doctors. She chose one in New York and made an appointment for Ruby. It turned out Ruby was suffering from anemia, but one that could be controlled with a weekly injection of a medication called Procrit....
