Jesse L. Martin's Bookshelf
Quincy Jones is a hero of mine. He went from eating rats to writing rhapsodies. It's astonishing that a man who comes from such humble beginnings could achieve so much, but he did. I couldn't believe how honest he was about his failures as a father, brother, and son, because, you know, some people sweeten their lives in the retelling. He admits that at crucial moments he ran away from his responsibilities. I can identify with that, and I see it in other people, especially here in New York, where so many people leave their family behind to become whoever it is they're going to be or to do whatever it is they're going to do. You're chasing a dream, and sometimes sacrifices are made along the way.