I first read this book when I was fourteen. At that time I was the intended audience. While it is full of facts, it completely lacks any insight. All attempts at understanding the inspiration behind Jim Morrison's behavior were totally sophmoric. This is definitely a book that was written to sell copies by glorifying his excess. Like the movie, it is thoughtless and shows no understanding of its' subject. It damages the memory of a very human figure. The writing is callow and the man it portrays is an immature person's(read the writers) fantasy of what it would be like to be a sybaratic rock star. If you are really interested in some insight into the man, read his writings. If you want to get a personal sense of this creative force, whose life was really a tragedy, read Patricia Kennealy's Strange Days: My life with and without Jim Morrison. You'll get a lot more humanity for your buck. Paying for this book is like buying a Jim Morrison slurpee cup.