The illustration on the cover of Etgar Keret’s The Seven Good Years, a memoir of the first seven years of his son’s life, is perfect. Although it was first published in 2006 it could have been written today.
I laughed out loud through much of this book, and when I came to the end I put it down and cried. Etgar Keret’s stories of life in Tel Aviv are filled with brilliant wit, kindness, generosity of spirit and utter good heartedness.
It was a profound experience for me to read this book, given to me as a present by my beautiful friends in Israel.
Shalom achi!
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