Monday, April 29, 2013
How To Kill A Rock Star - Tiffanie DeBartolo
I just spent a good half hour trying to find my favorite quote, favorite passage, favorite anything from this book. I'm pretty sure it is impossible.
We all have that something...a song, a poem, a book (raises hand) that just takes everything you've always wanted to say and presents it in this way that makes you just want to nod your head and say "yes" - I affectionately refer to it as "book church". I learned a long time ago that I don't have what it takes to write a book - but if I could, if I had that way with words that I so greatly admire, I would want it to be like this one.
“I am of the theory that all of our transcendental connections, anything we're drawn to, be it a person, a song, a painting on a wall--they're magnetic. The art is the alloy, so to speak. And our souls are equipped with whatever properties are required to attract that alloy. I'm no scientist so I don't really know what the hell these properties are, but my point is we're drawn to stuff we've already got a connection to. Part of the thing is already inside of us.”
I mean, COME ON. The way the words flow and the story unfolds...I'm not even making any sense.
I've read this book more than once, and even though I know what happens, I still find myself feeling all the visceral feels. I swoon, and roll my eyes, and mutter under my breath, and cry and swoon and want to throw things and swoon and shake people until they come to their senses.
“Eliza has the sky in her eyes and I’ve always wanted to touch the goddamn sky.”
And swoon more.
The story is told from three perspectives -- Eliza, Paul and Loring. You'd think the changing POVs would be an issue, but it really isn't. Each character gives their unique spin on the story and they weave together until you just want to wrap yourself in it and let it keep you warm. I have more passages highlighted than any other book I've ever read and going back and rereading them to write this nonsensical ramble makes me want to read it again for the kazillionth time. And to be honest, I'll probably find more things to highlight.
“See that?” Paul said. “Ten goddamn seconds.”
“I don't get it.”
“You didn't even have to hear the whole song, just a few lines, and you still got chills and that swirly, happy-sad feeling in your gut, didn't you?”
“So?” he huffed. “That's the difference between the real stuff and the crap. I know which one you are and you know which one I am.”
And you can probably guess which one I think this book is. So yeah, I think you should read it.
You can learn more about this amazing book here.