Title: Great story in the wrong hands.
Product review: Poor Sheila Weller. She's handed something that amounts to the crime of the century and turns it into a jumbled morass bound between two covers and a sensationalistic jacket. Her writing screams, "Look at all the research I did!" And she proceeds to bog down the reader with statistics and all kinds of extraneous information about teens in the 80s and the permissive and pampered culture they lived in. Yawn. I wanted to like this book. I wanted to push past the potatoes and get to the meat of the story. But Weller blocked me at every pass. I wanted to scream, "Get to the story already!" And finally, regrettably, I gave up. Any potential readers of this wordy and weighty tome are better off digging through newspaper and magazine archives for the day-to-day story of Alex Kelly and his terrible crimes.
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