This is precisely the sort of light, cheerful fare I generally need over the holidays. Something I can read in small bits, set down often because I've been interrupted yet again, and yet still keeps me interested enough that I want to pick it up again next chance I get.
Ain't We Got Fun is a collection of letters from two sisters during the Great Depression. The older one goes to New York City to make it big and send money home to the family. The younger stays home on the farm with their parents and little brother. Both girls meet nice young men and gradually fall in love. Nothing really terrible happens to anyone. Everyone gets along quite nicely. And they all live happily ever after. It's got a little bit of the parable of the Prodigal Son going on with it, but it's applied lightly and never feels preachy.
Particularly Good Bits:
I was rather speechless. I tend to be rather speechless when I meet young men whom I assumed dead in my field at midnight.
"Love ain't a feeling, Bess. It's a choice."
"...knowing that something doesn't last forever reminds you to take nothing for granted."
If This was a Movie, I Would Rate It: G, though there are a few tense moments involving a mugging.