A few years ago my grandfather (in his ongoing quest to Jewish me up before he dies) got me a membership to the National Yiddish Book Center. Before it expired I got a free copy of this book in the mail, written by the Center's founder. Then I moved to Ecuador. This fall I finally got around to reading it, and what a treat! It's really bursting at the seams with Lansky's passion and expertise. The colorful anecdotes, the endless shlepping, the language lessons, the heartwarming revival of a dying culture, what's not to love? I even renewed my membership.