Actually, I thought the BJ Diary was a great book--sort of. As the text went on--page after page of repetitive, tedious, unimaginative, irrelevant details--I started to feel depressed, frustrated, disgusted. The thing was so revolting that I put the book down after not even making it halfway.
Then I took a deep breath and said, "This author captured PERFECTLY the life of the typical low-level counter." The prison grind in all its horrific glory.