Paul

Simultaneously my first James Patterson book and the worst book I've ever read. I guess there's not a lot of quality control when you're writing about 47 books a year. For example, “...the dominant one-eye male lion crouches... Without taking his eyes of the prey...” That's quite a trick. Unfortunately this is not quite a book. Highly unrecommend.

Perfect bathroom reading, but it's hardly a definitive resource of lost trends of the 70s and 80s.

Big, bratty Brit lit. Perhaps this would be a more interesting read when he's in his 60s. Now though, it feels like the 50 word essay you had to do in second grade when you had to pad it with 10 very, verys at the end.

Fantastic premise and I quickly got wrapped up in the story wondering what was actually going on here. Unfortunately it slowly devolved into a masturbatory writing exercise. Perfect for that kid in the back of your freshman english class with the “I break for tribbles” patch on his backpack.

Every time I think about owning a book store, I will re-read this book.

The seedy underbelly of the record industry from a one-hit wonder band.

Great cross-section of interview subjects but without context of who they are (oh, you were in a music video for 10 seconds once). Good collection of memories, but they tend to jump around the time line alot. You are left wondering where Jesse Camp is now, as well as the other Julie Brown.