Donnell Alexander grew up sideways in the cramped spaces of Sandusky, Ohio, the son of a devout mother and a dad named Delbert, a protean genius wh...
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Mar 26, 2007
Christine
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Occasionally I come across a piece of literature so compelling it elicits an immediate written response despite the frantic schedule that dictates my harried day-to-day.
I wolfed this book down on subway cars and elevator shafts, skimming through its malcontented descriptions of soured employment, and avidly consuming the trail of paragraphs in which the author describes his relationship with the mother of his children.
Donnell Alexander embodies all of my primary fears c More...
I wolfed this book down on subway cars and elevator shafts, skimming through its malcontented descriptions of soured employment, and avidly consuming the trail of paragraphs in which the author describes his relationship with the mother of his children.
Donnell Alexander embodies all of my primary fears c More...
Aug 30, 2010
Dan
rated it: 
Self-indulgent trash. Donnell Alexander obviously thinks that his partying is excessive enough to be noteworthy, or that he is famous enough to make his excesses compelling. Try harder next time, Donnell.
Jun 06, 2009
Mitr
rated it: 
Brutally honest, brilliantly revealing.
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