This book started out so promising. I thought I was hooked early on but in the end I could only make it only a fraction of the way through the nearly 1,000 page behemoth.
Although the initial pace of the book starts fairly brisk it quickly became mired in so many aimless, insignificant, and boring details that it was a chore to continue. I didn't see the need to get into all the pointless minutiae of his early, rebellious "life of crime" or his short-lived horse racing obsession as a young teen. These are the kinds of meanderings that made the book a bit like jogging through a tar pit wearing ten pound ankle weights for me. It was therefore with a sort of dull disappointment that I punched the eject button on the CD at the beginning of Chapter 14.