Blessed with a heavenly singing voice, Harry is accepted to the nose-in-the-air St. Bede’s school. Think Charles Dickens meets Jane Austen. Only time will tell . . . if Harry will be accepted and eventually successful? Thanks to his new best friends and his own “cleverness” at academics, he is, on both accounts.
But here he meets the first villain: Mr. Barrington, his best friend’s father, his mother’s first lover and the boss who had a role in Harry’s dad’s disappearance.
Harry is a caricature in a cast straight from central casting. Despite his ghetto background, everything Harry touches turns to gold. Even when he learns his mother is turning tricks to pay for his education, he loves her even more. In British fashion, the story is driven by the white lies they tell. Heaven forfend the truth be told fully for fear it will offend someone.
And even when the truth comes out (Harry learns he may be the first-born son of the evil Mr. Barrington and heir to his vast estate), secrets remain.
Harry runs away to spare his friends and family from harmful truths and winds up in New York, where his story will continue.
Will that be enough to drive two sequels? Only time will tell.