You may be curious to know how I got my apartment. No sooner do you start thinking about all those people in minuscule apartments in the boroughs and New Jersey than you also start thinking about all those other people in prewar sevens and humongous lofts right here in Manhattan-and before you know it, you’re right back in your well-located apartment the size of a shoebox being miserable again. The only problem with comparative thinking is that it’s a double-edged sword. That kind of comparative thinking is how people in New York in very small apartments are supposed to make themselves feel better about where they live. There are people with apartments the size of shoeboxes way downtown and way uptown, not to mention in not-very-nice sections of Brooklyn, the Bronx, and New Jersey, which should make me feel grateful that my shoebox-sized apartment is much better located. An apartment on West 76th Street, even one the size of a shoebox, is nothing to complain about. HERE’S SOME BACKGROUND on me: I’m thirty-one years old, single, and live in an apartment the size of a shoebox on West 76th Street in New York City. Book clubs (Discussion groups) - Fiction. Single women-New York (State)-New York-Fiction. Suzanne Davis gets a life / Paula Marantz Cohen. Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
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