On a warm evening in West Harlem approximately a year and a half after the founding of the Gato Negro Society, nine fanciful folk sat in a rather balmy living room and recommenced their short lived society with dreams of grandeur, lists of books and of course many a bottle of Gato Negro.
Next Book: "Election" by Tom Perrotta
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