By Sheila Weller. The victim-blaming (and incorrect punctuation, not for nothing) is underway by page 13, although I have to wonder if anyone else even read that far; the "exclusive personal photographs" are right at the front of the book. This one felt and still feels like one of the more cynical attempts to capitalize on the case, but as an example of how thoroughly this case's subplots dominated publishing in the mid-'90s, it has its value.
This hardcover first is in good shape; the jacket has edgewear as shown and a sticker ghost on the front, and there's a remainder mark on the bottom edge of the pages. Page 131 is folded up at the bottom. Otherwise clean and square, a good reading copy.