The Great American Hope
Hope is not a feeling. It is a weapon. And in the Jazz Age, when every nightclub glittered with false promises, Ellis Harper carried the only real one. Ellis Harper was born in a one-room apartment above a barbershop on 135th Street, where the walls were so thin you could hear your neighbors arguing in three languages—English, Irish, and whatever language his grandmother spoke before she died...
0 Комментарии 0 Поделились 3 Просмотры 0 предпросмотр