Granted, 45 bucks ain't cheap for a book. But the Sinatra estate seems to have spared no expense for this lavish tribute to Ol' Blue Eyes. Plus, The Sinatra Treasures isn't really a book anyway. It's more like a pop-up, multimedia orgy of ring-a-ding-ding testimonials (boy, Peggy Lee sure could lay it on thick) and snapshots of Francis Albert in the company of politicians (Reagan), fellow carousers (Dino), or both (JFK). Still, the highlight is the dozen or so removable documents in tissue-paper sleeves, including facsimiles of Frank's not-so-juicy correspondence with Cary Grant, Grace Kelly, and Jerry Lewis; concert tickets from gigs in Rio and Japan; and perhaps most revealing of all, Sinatra's contract rider from a stint at Bally's in Las Vegas in addition to hooch, the man had a sweet tooth for cherry Life Savers and Entenmann's coffee cake. Who knew?