Summer At Tiffany
There’s a lot that is sweetly nostalgic in Summer at Tiffany, Marjorie Hart’s memoir about the summer of 1945, when she and her best friend, Marty, got jobs at Tiffany’s. It’s easy to get transported back to a different era in New York City as the author, now 82, vividly recalls how she wore a cartwheel hat and white gloves to her job interview, or how her monthly budget included two nickels for the subway. But though there are moments that approach depth in this wispy book (as when Hart writes about a favorite cousin who died in the war), for the most part Summer feels like a mildly charming but occasionally interminable tale by your sweet old granny. B?