This is a book on the life and death of Edwin Valero. It is also the single worst book that I have ever read. It is exactly 75 pages, with about 10 of pictures, so it is safe to say that it was not a deeply researched book. And Mr Stradley is a terrible writer. This is just a horrible book. My friend sent it to me; we have been friends for 30 years and I am wondering what I have done to offend him.
