There were a half dozen books on the library cart that needed to go back soon, so I asked TW which of them I should read (as I often do) and she said I should read The Mermaid of Brooklyn. So I did.
I see why she thought I’d like to read it — it had potential. Park Slope mom with a degree in Russian folklore or some such thing and a crummy husband, jumps (I mean falls) off of the Brooklyn Bridge and is saved by a rusalka.
But, I didn’t really like Jenny — not before the rusalka or after or even after that. Not liking her made it very hard to enjoy the story. VERY hard. So I didn’t. Not really.