I love Harry Knowles but... I was dissapointed with this book. When he writes about his life... evocative... powerful... achingly beautiful. The part about his mother being killed for the insurance money moved me to tears. I really can really identify with his struggle. See I used to have some friends and we used to communicate on a website. But then one of them made a joke about me and played me like I was his two bit punk. I was so ashamed of myself. I ran away and could not face them anymore. This book gave me hope! Now I am going to make movies. I can't make excuses anymore. It's time.But when he writes about movies... boring. I can see the movies myself. I want to know more about the man. Especially his romances. It was also way way too short. Dont worry folks, I am sure that his second book will be better.