دانلود رمان انگلیسی “این منم” – یک تسویه حساب

My great-grandparents came to America from Italy—specifically Bari, a midsize city right at the tip of the heel. When they arrived at Ellis Island, someone there misspelled their name “Panettiere” instead of “Panettieri,” and it stuck. They made their way to Bay Ridge, Brooklyn—home to a huge population of Italian immigrants at the time—and settled into an apartment. Then they had eight kids, one of whom was my Poppa. Poppa met and married my grandma in the early 1960s, and he adopted her curly-haired toddler son. That was my dad, Alan, aka Skip. Grandma, Poppa, and all our friends and family pronounce our last name “Pan-a-TEERY,” not “Pan-a-TEE-air,” which is the pseudo-French pronunciation my mom, Lesley, came up with after listening to people butcher my name for years. But I’m never offended. Regis Philbin even referred to me as “Hayden Planetarium.” Poppa sure cared, though. When he watched me make my first talk show appearance in the nineties and learned that I was calling myself Pan-a-TEE-air, he stood up, started waving his arms, and ranted in Italian. Poppa did that anytime he was mad. But trust me, no one was afraid of him.