On every page of this delicious book you will meet characters and situations that tell you this could only be New York. The parents who are determined to get their children literally to fly at the school production of Peter Pan - the Cambodian cashier at the local deli who is more Jewish than Gopnik’s grandfather - his gloriously peculiar analyst who argues that a name can be damaging to the human psyche, saying Adam’s name is very ugly - the birder who takes Adam to see the huge flock of feral parrots that have taken over Flatbush. No one knows how they got there or how they survive the brutal winters, but they do. And flourish on it. ‘These birds are so bold. They are real New Yorkers. They have so much attitude’. Through the Children’s Gate is written with Gopnik’s signature mix of mind and heart, elegantly and exultantly alert to the minute miracles that bring a place to life.