While I read this short book, I alternated between a big smile on my face and a tear in my eye. Keret's memoir takes us from the birth of his son on the day of a terrorist attack in Tel Aviv, to sitting shiva for his deceased father within seven years. He captures the absurdity and joy of everyday life lived in a land where annihilation from terrorist attacks is an ever-present danger. The saying 'great things come in small packages' certainly applies here. I'll be reading more by this author!