pstrongMesmerizing. --emThe New York Times Book Reviewemstrongbr br Welcome to Hollywood, circa 1950, the end of the Golden Age. A remarkably handsome young boy, still a teenager, gets discovered by a big-time movie agent. Because when he takes his shirt off young hearts beat faster, because he is the picture of innocence and trust and need, he will become a star. It seems almost preordained. The open smile says, You will love me, and soon the whole world does.br br The young boy's name was Tab Hunter--a made-up name, of course, a Hollywood name--and it was his time. Stardom didn't come overnight, although it seemed that way. In fact, the fame came first, when his face adorned hundreds of magazine covers the movies, the studio contract, the name in lights--all that came later. For Tab Hunter was a true product of Hollywood, a movie star created from a stable boy, a shy kid made even more so by the way his schoolmates--both girls and boys--reacted to his beauty, by a mother who prov