Maybe I wasn‘t in the right frame of mind when I read this, but it took me until the last few chapters to get into the choppy flow of this memoir & start to really enjoy the slice of life recollections of the author‘s NYC Village childhood. Usually I love books that capture the NYC vibe since I grew up there & get nostalgic for it, but most of this described a NY that was too far removed from what I know to get that feeling.👇🏼