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lauravm 's review for:
Love Is a Mix Tape
by Rob Sheffield
emotional
funny
hopeful
informative
inspiring
reflective
sad
medium-paced
6 word review: This is now my favorite book.
Longer review: I’ve been a voracious reader for 5+ decades, and never had a book that connected so directly with my heart, mind, ears, and that nameless sixth sense of memory/nostagia/subconscious.
Author Rob Sheffield is a famous rock journalist, but in this deeply personal account he’s a just a guy who has rock music coursing through his veins as he navigates life. Music gets him through growing up, finding his passions, experiencing authentic love, and losing that love in an excruciatingly cruel twist of fate.
In just 219 pages, Sheffield manages to cue the soundtrack of my entire teen and young adult years. He makes me laugh at his wit, and savor memories of music mixes I made or wish I was cool enough to make. While all that swirls in my head, I am gripped by Sheffield’s personal story of living with grief so raw and real.
I read “ Love is a Mix Tape” on a train along the Mississippi, heading to a concert of an artist that was the subject of the first mixtape I ever received (on TDK, of course. It was 1985). The 20-year-old college classmate who made it for me is now my husband of 37 years, sitting next to me on the train, handing me a tissue as the emotions of Sheffield’s work spilled out.
Longer review: I’ve been a voracious reader for 5+ decades, and never had a book that connected so directly with my heart, mind, ears, and that nameless sixth sense of memory/nostagia/subconscious.
Author Rob Sheffield is a famous rock journalist, but in this deeply personal account he’s a just a guy who has rock music coursing through his veins as he navigates life. Music gets him through growing up, finding his passions, experiencing authentic love, and losing that love in an excruciatingly cruel twist of fate.
In just 219 pages, Sheffield manages to cue the soundtrack of my entire teen and young adult years. He makes me laugh at his wit, and savor memories of music mixes I made or wish I was cool enough to make. While all that swirls in my head, I am gripped by Sheffield’s personal story of living with grief so raw and real.
I read “ Love is a Mix Tape” on a train along the Mississippi, heading to a concert of an artist that was the subject of the first mixtape I ever received (on TDK, of course. It was 1985). The 20-year-old college classmate who made it for me is now my husband of 37 years, sitting next to me on the train, handing me a tissue as the emotions of Sheffield’s work spilled out.