Congratulations to Mr. Toms for having the courage to write the book that had to be written about Michael Jackson, but no one else dared. The irony of this detailed and cogent look into Jackson's heart and soul is that it is being condemned by those who ought to embrace it: Jackson's most faithful fans. Blinded by admiration and anti-pedophile hysteria, they refuse to acknowledge the elephant in Jackson's bedroom. This gentle, decent, and enormously talented man loved children, and his life was made miserable for it. He was hounded by a pit-bull prosecutor bent on revenge and vilified by the yellow-rag journalists who jumped on the scapegoat bandwagon. This book tells that sad story with loving sympathy. So why do Jackson's fans now unanimously reject it? Because they know the story is true, and unless they accept the truth about their hero, they are left to protest too much in the darkness of denial. But the truth and this book still stand.