So glad to reconnect with this 1980s classic from Joan Micklin Silver, which I found much richer and poignant since I’d recently caught up with her 1975 Hester Street.

Here’s the basic plot in limerick:

At the bookstore she flirts, cool and coy
With her eye on a popular goy.
Her friends and her bubbe
All want her a hubby
But what's wrong with a nice Jewish boy...?