The Sleeping Night by Barbara Samuel
This interracial post-World War 1 romance falls into the trap of making the black guy a saint and everything else just so sickly sweet.
This interracial post-World War 1 romance falls into the trap of making the black guy a saint and everything else just so sickly sweet.
How many versions of the same two stories do we need anyway?
Con te partirò, su navi per mari, che io lo so, no no non esistono più…
The author keeps her cards too close to her chest for too long. I soon stop caring.