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3.98 AVERAGE
3.98 AVERAGE
A fun read. I'm glad to hear she's gotten over her Roller obsession. LOL. It brought back fun memories of being an eight-year-old kid stuck on Ian Mitchell.
funny
informative
lighthearted
reflective
medium-paced
Caroline Sullivan was obsessed. Sadly, her obsession was with the Bay City Rollers and it lasted four long years. Tortured by her love for the band (and their dismissal of her), she eagerly collects clippings (and on at least one occasion, a discarded cigarette butt), follows them on tour, and stalkishly hunts for information regarding their whereabouts. The Rollers provide high highs and even lower lows for Sullivan and her friends (they call themselves the Tacky Tartan Tarts), but they can't get enough. This memoir will make anyone who's ever been a fan cringe in recognition (even those with less embarrassing taste in music).
I've been dying to read this book ever since I discovered that it existed a couple of months ago. Of course my library didn't have it, and I had to wait and wait for it from PS. When it was finally granted to me and arrived in my mailbox, I immediately dropped Stiff (which says a lot since I was *loving* that book) and picked this up. I wasn't disappointed. I have been cursed with horrible taste in music in my own life (something I wholeheartedly admit to), and this could very well have been me if only the timing was right. I, too, was obsessed with an embarrassing act--New Kids on the Block. While it's not embarrassing anymore since they've reunited (seen them twice on the reunion tour!), I was infatuated waaayyyy too long to be considered appropriate. If I had been older than 11-14, I would have been exactly like Sullivan and jumped on the road following them. Alas, I don't think my mom was up for it and had to settle for seeing them three times in local-ish areas. And then we can fast-forward to the last six years in which I have seen my current act of choice (John Mayer, of course--who still isn't considered cool by anyone that I know) no less than fifteen times. In my defense, there are reasons I've seen him so many times, but I won't waste my time or yours since you're still probably in disbelief. Now if this love had started any earlier, I would have been just immature enough to follow the bus (or van, or buses, depending on the point of his career) from venue to hotel to venue again. Thankfully, I have never done that; nor have I waited by the stage door or stalked the bus. I show up in the middle of the opening act, watch the show, and leave without trying to get into the after-party or figure out which hotel he and the band will be staying in. But, like I said, it's all thanks to timing that I haven't. Therefore, I can totally relate to Sullivan and can understand her frustration and emotions (though she got a hell of a lot closer than I ever did with either act). Really enjoyable read.
I've been dying to read this book ever since I discovered that it existed a couple of months ago. Of course my library didn't have it, and I had to wait and wait for it from PS. When it was finally granted to me and arrived in my mailbox, I immediately dropped Stiff (which says a lot since I was *loving* that book) and picked this up. I wasn't disappointed. I have been cursed with horrible taste in music in my own life (something I wholeheartedly admit to), and this could very well have been me if only the timing was right. I, too, was obsessed with an embarrassing act--New Kids on the Block. While it's not embarrassing anymore since they've reunited (seen them twice on the reunion tour!), I was infatuated waaayyyy too long to be considered appropriate. If I had been older than 11-14, I would have been exactly like Sullivan and jumped on the road following them. Alas, I don't think my mom was up for it and had to settle for seeing them three times in local-ish areas. And then we can fast-forward to the last six years in which I have seen my current act of choice (John Mayer, of course--who still isn't considered cool by anyone that I know) no less than fifteen times. In my defense, there are reasons I've seen him so many times, but I won't waste my time or yours since you're still probably in disbelief. Now if this love had started any earlier, I would have been just immature enough to follow the bus (or van, or buses, depending on the point of his career) from venue to hotel to venue again. Thankfully, I have never done that; nor have I waited by the stage door or stalked the bus. I show up in the middle of the opening act, watch the show, and leave without trying to get into the after-party or figure out which hotel he and the band will be staying in. But, like I said, it's all thanks to timing that I haven't. Therefore, I can totally relate to Sullivan and can understand her frustration and emotions (though she got a hell of a lot closer than I ever did with either act). Really enjoyable read.
adventurous
lighthearted
relaxing
fast-paced
it was quite boring and the expectations the reviews set weren’t met. it was a story about middle aged men being stalked by mostly teenage girls for 5 years. it could have been so much more
All in all, it’s nothing like anything I have read before. It kept me hooked but by the time I reader 2/3s of the way through it started to lose me a little but all in all, it provides a good read that allows an insight into a band obsessed mind without a stereotypical voice.