I was trying to find something vaguely similar to my favorite book A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith and happened across Brooklyn by Colm Tóibín in my searches. It’s certainly not quite the same, but it sounded interesting, focusing on a young Irish woman emigrating to the United States — to Brooklyn, in particular — in the 1950s.
Unfortunately, the book turned out to be very disappointing. I kept debating whether or not to keep reading, because it felt like nothing was happening, and the characters felt so flat. Eventually, some things do happen, but it didn’t make it much better. It also didn’t feel like it actually took place in the 1950s, and I didn’t feel like I cared for any of the characters.