By Vincent Bugliosi. This book is the only thing that kept me from completely losing it during the NYC blackout of 2003, but whether it's actually that compelling/well-written or it just had an extremely captive (and sweaty) audience, I can't say -- I haven't reread it in the interim. I suspect it hasn't aged terribly well, but whatever else you feel about V. Bugs, you can't say he didn't know how to go on a book-length stemwinder.
This particular paperback is in fine readable shape: very mild edgewear from storage, a mild spine twist, some page toning, otherwise cromulent.