real life american story of a lost child who was swept up in the compelling 1960's. dallas taylor's honest, revealing story tells what it was like to be a part of history - to experience the tragic/ comical reality of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll -- to suffer and battle his personal daemons and to survive drug addiction and an organ transplant. God Bless Dallas Taylor.

I should begin this review with a little info for anyone who should read this.I read the name Dallas Taylor for the first time when I was about 10 years old,I was reading a name off an old 45 single of the songs Hitch Hike and Papas got a brand new bag.I always wanted to know who this guy was and how to get a hold of him. Well, now i know who he is,or was, but I still dont know how to get a hold of him. This book taught me a lot of the man who last knew my father before he died, and I even found a few pages dedicated to the last moments of his life.I thought I knew about the sixties but this book showed me how little I really knew.Many people who have had problems with drugs or alcohol in there lives will benifit greatly from this book.I hope you all will take the time to read this book.It will help you understand things a little bit better and introduce you to my dads last best friend.

I read one other book by Nancy Taylor Rosenberg several years ago and swore I wouldn't read another. Well, I checked this out (a book on tape..unabridged) from the library and listened to it while driving...that's probably the only reason I finished it.
The characters are laughable, the writing is amateurish....I won't make this mistake again.

I must agree with all of the reviews. I lasted until page 20 and couldn't take it any more. I have read Rosenberg's past books and don't remember hating them. If her next book is as bad as this one, I will add her to my list of "No more", which unfortunately contains alot of (modern day) authors! Where are the great authors?

The author should retitle this book. I gave it a one-star rating because there is no 0-star rating.

The problem? The author can't write.

What a sorry state the publishing industry is in when this sophomoric gibberish ends up on the New York Times best-seller list, and when its covers and intro pages are filled with praise by people who should and do know better.

Writing a bad book is one thing, and most folks are capable of it.

Reviewing a laughably bad book and showering praise on it for whatever reason is another, and to all those who did so in print -- shame on you!