This book is really good at depicting the in and out, day to day struggles that go along with making a car. It is also, however, at times nothing more than a breathless fluff piece for Corvette. It seems that every chapter has at least a paragraph describing the raw sex appeal of a Corvette. That's fine to a point, but it got tiresome by the end including chapters devoted to Corvette lovers, their Corvette shows and museums (the chapters in this book are pretty short, though).
The detail paid to the problems that came up was interesting and it's impressive to see all that goes on.
I think a better car book is "Car" by Mary Walton that discusses the '96 Taurus. Better written and less gushing (but then, how much gushing could be done for a Taurus anyway?).