I read Another Brooklyn immediately following Upstream by Mary Oliver. That was an accidentally wise choice. Mary Oliver is a poet, so Upstream essays felt lyrical. Well, Another Brooklyn was written in a similar sort of dreamy style, though it’s a novel and not an essay collection. It’s basically a book of someone reflecting on the past. That past involves a mother and a group of friends and Brooklyn. It’s a short novel and I just flew through it. It’s the kind of novel that I particularly enjoy: it’s historical fiction, the MC is a girl, and it is well written in dealing with what it’s like for a girl growing into a woman. I gave it a solid 4 stars on Goodreads and recommend reading it.