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Love Is a Mix Tape
by Rob Sheffield
Summary : Rob Sheffield, a music lover and editor for Rolling Stone, recounts, through mixtapes, the years he spent with his wife Renée (up 'til her death), as well as the changing musical world around him.
My opinion on this book is alike the one I had for Open Water. They are, of course, very different books, but they're both very personal for the author, filled with music and that I admire even though I wasn't the targeted audience. I say this because I'm sad I didn't know most of the songs mentioned in the book. I guess I should read Rob's book about Taylor Swift! Anyway, I was one or two generations away from enjoying the book even (a lot?) more, I would've loved to get the references, cause I was just glad when I did.
In the meantime, I appreciate the intention and find it very touching, noble and heartfelt to write a sort of ode to Renée and to music as well. I imagined it honored her and I love what Rob wrote about her. One of my favorites, if not my favorite, quote of the book is : "this tape doesn't exactly flow; it's just a bunch of burnt offerings to this goddess girl". #iwishiwrotethis
Grief is something I know practically nothing about, and yet the way Rob wrote about it very much struck me and spoke to me. I underlined a lot of grief-related quotes throughout the book. Speaking of underlining stuff, most of what I've underlined was because it was funny. It's a very funny book. I just flipped through it again, and there are a lot of funny things to quote, frankly, like "as a religion, Boweism didn't seem so different from Catholicism - the hemlines were just a little higher" or "I was a wise guy, expect when my inner pussy would slip out from under my cassock and surplice" or "I accidentally climbed Dudley Mountain."
So, I thought this book was a very nice, pleasant, realistic, funny and melancholic read (the comments on the book cover didn't lie), but I'm kinda bummed I'm not from the right generation and only got few references.
My opinion on this book is alike the one I had for Open Water. They are, of course, very different books, but they're both very personal for the author, filled with music and that I admire even though I wasn't the targeted audience. I say this because I'm sad I didn't know most of the songs mentioned in the book. I guess I should read Rob's book about Taylor Swift! Anyway, I was one or two generations away from enjoying the book even (a lot?) more, I would've loved to get the references, cause I was just glad when I did.
In the meantime, I appreciate the intention and find it very touching, noble and heartfelt to write a sort of ode to Renée and to music as well. I imagined it honored her and I love what Rob wrote about her. One of my favorites, if not my favorite, quote of the book is : "this tape doesn't exactly flow; it's just a bunch of burnt offerings to this goddess girl". #iwishiwrotethis
Grief is something I know practically nothing about, and yet the way Rob wrote about it very much struck me and spoke to me. I underlined a lot of grief-related quotes throughout the book. Speaking of underlining stuff, most of what I've underlined was because it was funny. It's a very funny book. I just flipped through it again, and there are a lot of funny things to quote, frankly, like "as a religion, Boweism didn't seem so different from Catholicism - the hemlines were just a little higher" or "I was a wise guy, expect when my inner pussy would slip out from under my cassock and surplice" or "I accidentally climbed Dudley Mountain."
So, I thought this book was a very nice, pleasant, realistic, funny and melancholic read (the comments on the book cover didn't lie), but I'm kinda bummed I'm not from the right generation and only got few references.