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My rating is a little misleading, because I think to really appreciate Sheffield's work you have to A) be a child of the 80's, and B) be a music (and especially new wave) junkie. I'm both of those things, and, temperamentally, Sheffield and I have a lot in common – awkward and socially useless – so I could absolutely relate to these essays about being a teenager in thrall to the power of music and girls. As with his longtime work for Rolling, Sheffield is almost painfully funny, but, as befits a man whose wife died when he was in his early 30's, there's an undercurrent of sadness here, too. Highly recommended for people on a similar wavelength.