Great American literature

Great American Literature Our bookshelf groaned under the weight of American Literature, and my mother was principally a communist. An American Tragedy, I read at fourteen, and my fascination with A Bridge over San Louis Ray was endless, and so it went on. I joined the youth wing of the communist party of Norway, it lasted a month; they kicked me out I knew too much to be useful. The plight of the poor concerns me, and I bristle when seeing injustice, in short, I will fling my arms around a horse that is about to be flogged, yet one doesn`t need to be a communist for this. Kindness is not political and doesn’t carry a flag, you have to pledge allegiance to, a friendly smile will suffice.