"Chapter one. "
"He adored New York City. He idolised it all out of proportion. "
Uh, no. Make that “He romanticised it all out of proportion. “
"To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. "
Uh… no. Let me start this over.