My first order of business is to read other books set in the same time period to get my story percolator percolating. I love love love the cover of Kate Kerrigan’s Ellis Island, and hey, with a title like Ellis Island, it was the perfect way to begin the arduous task of learning everything there is to know about Ellis, right? Here is the interesting thing about this nicely-written book. Interesting and strange. Interesting and strange and perplexing.
The main character telling the story? She spends maybe three or four hours total on Ellis. For the whole book. And the book encompasses years of her life. And they are not even pivotal hours. I could see if the half-day she spent on Ellis made some kind of door-of-no-return impact on her life. But she has the easiest transitions from boat to land you can have as a third class immigrant. And I’ve done enough research already to know it wasn’t always that easy. If you had any kind of physical ailment, you were in for a rough ride, either back to where you came from or an extended stay at Ellis’s hospital.
Great storyline, right? It was. How much Ellis Island was there?
Nice read. Pulls at the heart. Gorgeous cover. But the title baffles me. I am scratching my head looking for the metaphor here, thinking maybe there is one. So far, no revelations. Perhaps you have an idea out there?