Once upon a time I was a bored child on the way home from a perfectly adequate family holiday when we stopped at an outlet mall somewhere around Doncaster. I hated outlet malls then as now, but at the cheap bookstore there, my dad bought me this book because it had caught my eye.
It is not a good book, although there's lots of good photos. Giuliani is a bad writer who lets his opinions get in the way of facts - some of which are wrong. On the other hand, this book was the start of a massive obsession with the Beatles as far as I was concerned. If not, this might have only rated one star.