Review: The Three Graces of Pearl Street by Elizabeth Wellington Rollins

The Three Graces of Pearl Street 

by Elizabeth Wellington Rollins

Blurb from Goodreads:

In this tender, voice-driven debut novel, an Italian American grandmother, daughter, and granddaughter find their lives—and their secrets—colliding when, after years apart, they come to live under the same roof, together finding courage to be the most authentic versions of themselves. When three generations of powerful Valentini women find themselves living under one roof in the old family home for the first time in years, they’re forced to reckon with not only each other, but with womanhood itself. Named after a statue in a country two of them have never seen, and one refuses to return to, they must finally come face to face with the secrets and tensions that have been dictating their lives for as long as they can remember. Graziella, the ninety-six-year-old matriarch of this Italian American family, spends her days running not only her family, but her church’s food kitchen, keeping everyone fed in their suburban New York neighborhood. Her daughter, Grace, is feeling uninspired at work, battling the throes of menopause, and most urgently, trying to stay afloat amidst her impending divorce. Ella, granddaughter of Graziella and daughter to Grace, is stuck in limbo, tired of trying to defend her vegan diet and anti-capitalistic lifestyle, while still wanting to do something important with her life. Lyrical and emotional, The Three Graces of Pearl Street examines the intricacies of what it means to balance tradition and modernity, along with the difficulties and joy that comes from being around family who know and love you the most.

My Review:

So, so good!  This was well written, and such a good family saga.  I loved reading about the three Graces - so different and yet, all in together (eventually) as a family.  This was unique and I really enjoyed it.

The Three Graces comes out next week on September 1, 2026, and you can purchase HERE!  

Arriving at 125 Pearl Street, Ella paused and then knocked on the door, which felt odd, given that she had spent every day of her childhood here. Her ninety-six-year-old nonna, who stood at four feet and two inches tall, took one look at Ella and slammed the door shut.

Graziella Valentini had never been more disappointed in a person, a feeling she almost always reserved for men.