This book is WAY TOO LONG. I rarely abandon books and won’t do it this time, but man, it’s hard to continue. Talk about unimportant, trivial details! This book is 75% just that. It seems EC wrote this for himself, it’s like a diary full of information only relevant to the writer. 250 pages left of what’s probably the longest autobiography I’ve read, and I’ve read 5-6 dozen. I wish some of the ink HAD disappeared.
— Nov 09, 2018 12:52PM
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