I ordered this book from Amazon ages and ages ago when I had some vouchers to spend, simply because the title had the words ‘rock star’ in it. I wasn’t really sure what to expect – until it arrived on my doorstep and I read the blurb I certainly didn’t expect it to be a romance novel but boy was I happily surprised when I found out it was.
To begin with, the front cover is super cool – it features a concert ticket stub and when you open the book up, the stub is against a backdrop of someone (a band/singer) on stage. Capturing the essence of this story – music and passion – in one simple photograph, on the very first page, immediately told me that this book was a winner.
How To Kill A Rock Star tells the story of Eliza, a rock star enthusiast who’s petrified of flying, who moves to New York and falls in love with Paul, an rock star who’s on the verge of making it big. This might sound like your typical girl meets boy in the band story (her whole life turns upside down as he’s shoved into the limelight) but it’s not – at all. The story is told from different points of view, filled with twists and passion. And, despite Paul being a typical egotistical rock star, I doubt you’ll guess correctly what type of problems face this couple. Hint – it’s not distance and it’s not groupies.
I really loved this story that, although might sound cliche on paper, was anything but. I loved the passion and the love for music in this book and found myself agreeing with almost every point made in regards to music and what it does to you. Eliza was a loveable character – although not too smart at some points, meaning I didn’t agree with some of her decisions.
Paul however was the ideal male lead in this story. He was eccentric, passionate and slightly bonkers but in an intriguing and fun way. His character was quite different to any other I’ve read in books and was extremely likeable. He reminded me a little of Johnny from Johnny Be Good
by Paige Toon, only a lot more crazy.
“Proof?” He huffed. “You want proof? Give me your goddamn hand.”
Skeptically, I did as he asked, and he proceeded to sing the chorus to one of 66’s meaningless songs, mimicking Amanda Strunk’s whiskey-flavoured voice, pointing to my arm. Nothing had changed. Then he sang the last verse of “The Day I Became a Ghost” and every one of my hairs stood on end.
“See that?” Paul said. “Ten goddamn seconds.”
“I don’t get it.”
“You didn’t even have to hear the whole song, just a few lines, and you still got chills and that swirly, happy-sad feeling in your gut, didn’t you?”
“So?” he huffed. “That’s the difference between the real stuff and the crap. I know which one you are and you know which one I am.” He flipped over and buried his head in his pillow. “That’s all the proof you need. Wake me up in an hour.”
The story itself was gripping and being that I didn’t know what the book was about at all, I didn’t get bored once. It really drew me in and had lots of twists, none of which I was expecting. The book is fairly long too, meaning it was spread out more and had more to read!
It’s hard to put this story into a genre because it’s definitely not chick lit but I wouldn’t put it directly under the romance genre either as a lot of the story line was about music and what it’s like behind the scenes in a band. I think though, even if you’re not a big music fan (although to be honest – who isn’t?!), you’ll find this book gripping and interesting. I think as well even guys would like this book because a majority of parts are from Paul’s point of view and how he feels about being almost forced to go mainstream in a band. It’s very interesting.
This story is passionate, heartbreaking, romantic, sad and inspiring all in one. I’ve read it an additional two times since I first bought it and read it within weeks, and I discover more and more about it every time I re-read it, finding more angles and picking up on more of the story.