Title: This Book Can Be Quite Deceiving
Product review: This was probably the third or fourth book related to James Dean that I read. When I first read it, the book seemed like a breath of fresh air as compared with some far-from-complimentary biographies I had read on Dean. The first thing that attracted me about this book was the air of mystery about it and the question it clearly places in the reader's mind: is this person James Dean's daughter. After learning the real answer, which is "no"--and it took me almost a year to get a definite answer--there really isn't much left of the book. This is a collection of poetry--but as a poetry collection, it reminds me of the kind of poetry a school girl would right regarding her first love. In other words, the poetry is all form and consists of very little substance.
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