My rating: 5 of 5 stars
People often say that when a book incites riotous anger the author should be proud for inspiring such emotions. I call bullshit! I say, when a book brings you around the world of emotions, an author should be proud. How to Kill a Rock Star took me around the world and back again.
I laughed - a lot - with this book. In fact, I'm not sure if Paul or Eliza made me laugh more or just the people around them. Paul is out of his damn mind! He's just like how you imagine a talented rock star to be, actual talent. Talent that seeps from his pores and not just musically. It never falters, even at his weakest point. The character development is so through and through I'm not convinced Tiffanie DeBartolo didn't write an auto-bio after taking some psych evals and watching herself on video for a while.
I got angry - wickedly so - with this book. I went so far as to call Eliza the c-word for some (all) of her behavior about 60% into the book. I could not believe her! Ordinarily, if a book is written in 3P, you can overlook serious judgement errors. But when you can clearly see that the characters knows they fucked up, it makes you pull on your hair and text your best mates about the harbinger of doom in matching skivvies. Alas, I have to admit I LOVED being that pissed at her. Well, not her as if she were an actual person, but the plot line in the story. There was a sublime feeling in the come down from that rage. Bringing me to my next point.
I bawled - like a fucking head case - with this book. Honest to God tears and sobs. I could not get a grip on the overwhelming sense of loss I felt when Eliza pushed Paul to his limit. I could not comprehend how I wasn't going to take my iPad and shove it into the fireplace to dry and send my offering of shock and pain up in ashes. I was so close to the end and I had to put it down and take a break. My dog was trying to lick my tears and I ended up watching a couple episodes of Criminal Minds to clear my head. Finally...
I grinned - like a cheshire cat - with this book. I.Do.Not.Know.How. But TDB made it so that I don't actually hate Eliza now. I just dislike her strongly. And at the end of it all, the journey is obvious, the pieces line up and the culmination is fucking heady. It's an "epilogue" without seeming choppy and finalized or left wide open. But the nature of the story leaves you feeling like anything could happen for them and anything will.
At the end of the year, I'll pick my top 5 books and this is already slotted somewhere in there. I loved it and I want my friends to read it so we can trade inside jokes and laugh-rage-bawl-grin together!
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