This book has some interesting stories, and is by no means poorly-written, but it only ever really tells one side of the story. It accepts the ludicrous luxury as good and right, presumes the capitalistic nature of Las Vegas as utterly gospel, and never examines the lows, the depravity, the destitution- in other words, the rest of the city. I love LV as a literary landscape and I had a great time learning about how certain aspects of LV life are facilitated, but very little was done to examine these facilitations, their fallout, or what it means for Las Vegas to be what it is. In other words, it's a light read, but not a terribly compelling one. I'd hesitate to take its analytical lense completely seriously. It seems like the kind of thing that was paid for by the LV local government for promotional purposes and less like the effort of someone wanting to get at the heart of a truly intriguing city.