Damn, this is dark. In fact, Lavigne opens with an apt statement: "The darkness of crime lies not in its villainy or horror but in the souls of those who choose to live their lives in the abyss." (Ok, tell that to the victims). Whatever way you look at crime, reading such a vivid account is a ride through hell. And it's not because the writing is bad or boring, although I did find it to be dry quite often: facts upon facts; transcriptions of recorded dialog, etc. In short, it was most often like reading a newspaper article - for over 3o0 pages. In his sparse commentary, however, you catch glimpses that Lavigne is indeed a crafty writer (the opening sentence I mentioned is indicative). He takes a highly critical tone of the HA and rightly so, calling them, for example, cowards and "middle-aged snivelers." I've been curious about biker gangs and particularly, the HA, since I was a teenager. I even remember a group coming to a small town near mine and being excited to possibly catch a glimpse. But there's nothing romantic about HA. In fact, I didn't realize they were so openly misogynist and racist - essentially, a group of a Neo-Nazi, rapist, drug-mongering, child-killing thugs. Lavigne's book might be exciting if you're into undercover investigations and relish knowing the HA get taken down (somewhat) by the FBI infiltrating with high-ranking informant Anthony Tait. But this ain't like it is in the movies. Be prepared for a slog through the mud of human depravity and true wickedness, in addition to the long, albeit realistic, accounts of surveillance. I was not prepared, and, frankly, had to force myself to get through it.