In 1985, 85-year-old Addie Baum sets out to tell her granddaughter the story of her life... and what a life it is. 
 Addie was born in Boston in the early 1900s to immigrant parents, living in a cold-water tenement apartment in a poor neighborhood, with no money and only the prospect of hard work ahead of her. And yet, Addie manages to create a glorious life for herself. Through the local settlement house, she meets girls her own age as a young teen, and is soon included in their Saturday Club, where she's given the encouragement and support to think, explore, and become the person she wants to be. 
 The Boston Girl is the first-person narrative of the story of a young Jewish girl's search for independence, education, friendship, and love. We see Addie blossoming as she steps outside of the confines of her family home, creating connections to women that will last her whole life, and jumping into "modern" American life and embracing all it has to offer. 
 This isn't some sort of flapper story or a tale of an outrageously outsized individual. Addie is a good girl, and smart too. She doesn't break all the rules or flout society's expectations; instead, she uses her brains and her good heart to create for herself the life she wants. She pursues an education when she can afford it, she works hard and is a good daughter, she is loyal to her friends and sees them through rough times. Her mind is open, and while she understands the world of her parents, she's not stuck in it. 
 My reaction to The Boston Girl? I loved it. 
 The Boston Girlis a quiet book. There's no major dramatic arc or exciting climax, no life-threatening adventure or thrilling heroics. It's the story of a woman's life, and it reads like exactly what it is: a grandmother telling her granddaughter all the bits and pieces of her past, bringing to life the faces and places that might previously have only been brief mentions in family lore. 
 Addie's voice is sharp and smart, and also quite funny: 
 My mother took one look and said it made me look like a meeskeit, ugly. That hurt my feelings and made me so mad, I told her I wasn't going to talk to her unless she used English. And by the way, she knew enough to understand every piece of gossip she heard in the grocery store. 
 I said it was for her own good. "What if you had an emergency and I wasn't there?" 
 "So then I'll be dead and you'll be sorry," she said, in Yiddish, of course. 
 To be honest, I often felt like I was listening to my own grandmother's stories (although a bit hipper and less judgmental!), and perhaps that's why this novel really spoke to me the way it did. 
 You know, Ava, it's good to be smart, but kindness is more important. Oh dear, another old-lady chestnut to stitch on a sampler. Or maybe one of those cute little throw pillows. 
 The Boston Girl is a lovely, enjoyable, and quick read. Addie is a wonderful narrator, and hearing her story made me feel like I was being transported to another time. It's a loving tribute to an earlier generation, especially to the teachers, social workers, and social reformers of the 1920s who made so much possible for the generations of women who followed. 
 This is the sort of book that makes me want to buy copies for at least a handful of family members and friends. There's so much here that people I know will relate to! Especially for those of us who grew up with Jewish grandmothers... but really, for anyone who appreciates learning about the joys and struggles of the women who came of age in the early part of the 20th century, this is a book not to be missed. 
 (The full version of this review appears at Bookshelf Fantasies.)