This book was difficult to get through. While the author is relating events that happened during his early college years, the writing seems fraught with the ego and self-absorbed melodrama of a pubescent teen, particularly in the first half of the book. The narrative progresses slowly, and the reader is left with the occasional impression that the author awkwardly “mined” a thesaurus in an attempt to impress. Much more autobiographical and less useful as a source of insight into the criminal mind than the jacket lets on.