This book contains 912 pages of information on that state you drove through that one time. Using that much ink on New Jersey is almost as wasteful as giving a billion dollars to the UN.
But I digress.
This book contains 585 illustrations. But of what? Guys named Steve chewing on toothpicks? Landfills? Turnpike roadkill?
Perhaps I’m being a bit hard on the Garden State. (By the way, isn’t calling NJ the “Garden State” a little like calling Seattle “Sunshine City”?) It’s certainly preferable to, say, Mongolia. Or Quebec.
But I just don’t see how this particular piece of real estate is worthy of nearly a thousand pages. Must be a lot of entries on the Mob…