I wish that I could say that even if you didn’t like Quentin Tarantino’s movies, you would find this book a fascinating peek into the inner workings of the Hollywood machine. I would also like to say that even if you aren’t familiar with David Carradine, you will be charmed by peeking into the inner workings of his character. Unfortunately, I can’t say either. I needed the hook of being a big Tarantino fan and always considering David Carradine an enlightened and elevating presence for any movie (mostly crap) he happened to pop up in to keep me engaged in this book. Let the word DIARY being in the title alert you that quite often when something catches your interest it will suddenly evaporate into a mist of personal distractions or self-aggrandizing vapor. That Carradine considered himself a brilliant actor might have been necessary for his craft but it is a tad off putting. That everyone he meets is the most wonderful or beautiful person ever or they vanish from sight may beautify his personal world but it fails to inform me of anything useful or interesting. Since I do like Tarantino and have a soft spot for Carradine largely because I liked the TV series KUNG FU when I was a kid, I found it easier to forgive these transgressions and there were just enough tantalizing nuggets dropped my way to keep me looking for the next. I would recommend reading it in one or two sittings—the good stuff feels closer together. I wish he had talked about his famous father and brothers more and less about his girlfriend and their travel habits. If you are a Tarantino fan, there are significant portions about his approach to making KILL BILL to fascinate you. The never-ending reinvention even as the filming is underway is rather awe-inspiring. His ability to keep coming up with marvelous ideas to replace merely very good ones gives insight into why his movies turn out the way they do. So this isn’t for everyone but if it is, you know who you are.