I don't usually recommend books on this here blog.(unless they are written by friends and relations)
I don't usually read enormous door stopper-sized biographies.
And big-ass biographies don't usually make me bawl at the end, making me dissolve in great heaving sobs.
But this one did.
Especially if you are, or have ever been, a New Yorker, pick up this enormous mother.
Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow. It's unsually good.
