4.0

The term guilty pleasure seems to be completely lost on Rob Sheffield. That's what I loved so much about this book (as well as Love is a Mix Tape). While I wouldn't have to the nerve to admit my love of certain artists, he has no shame. It's really quite endearing. Though, I would like to discuss why he thinks Zooropa is better than The Joshua Tree. That just seems like an unforgivable sin in my book. He redeemed himself slightly by writing about the evolution of David Bowie and redeemed himself even further by comparing Paul McCartney to a bossy Irish girl. So, I suppose all is forgiven and we can agree to disagree on U2.

I assume that I would have had a greater respect for this book had I actually grown up in the 80s, but in spite of that it was still quite charming and one of those books that I will insist my friends read. Oddly enough, I did the same with Love is a Mix Tape. I suppose this officially makes me a fan.