Mezrich has a gift for finding these amazing stories, and then failing terribly at telling them. This is my second book by him, and my last. He never focuses on anything interesting in his books, choosing instead to spend paragraphs describing women's bodies rather than building tension and talking about the story. He never bothers to explain what an IPO is, despite the fact that it is a huge goal of the protagonists for part of the book, but he wastes a solid paragraph describing the over-lipsticked pant-suited appearance of an unimportant bank teller in Montana. Yawn.