If you want to learn about the gangster/outlaw breed of Pretty Boy, Ma Barker, Baby Face, etc., & understand more about the forces that created them, forget about this book. Any story told in a pure narrative style, like this one, naturally lends itself to embellishments of the truth, wild assumptions & a good few gross exagerations. This one is no exception. The fact that certain characters' feelings & thoughts in their final moments of their death throws, are clinically & vividly described, says it all. Bottom line with Charley Floyd is that he thought himself too good to become a poor farmer & proved himself incapable of success at any other activity, legal or illegal. He was a thieving, violent, adulterous & under-achieving cry-baby, who, as we see from his choice of cranky, miserable & homicidal side-kicks (Birdwell excepted), was also an awful judge of character. The author however, paints him in such tender tones, that when Pretty Boy's tacky, unsuccessful life of crime comes to it's predictible violent close, I am half expecting to read in the book's Epilogue, of his elevation to sainthood. His great gifts were his good looks & his immense charm, especially with women. What a shame he didn't move West to take part in the then burgeoning Hollywood film industry, or even try his hand as a door-to-door saleman. He was an absolute natural for either. Be that as it may, the narrative style is racy & exciting. The chapters are short, making this a very undemanding, entertaining bed-time read. Sadly, the flimsyness of the content is likely to leave you real hungry in the morning!