In the shadows of the group’s rising fame, competitive egos clashed, tensions, unfettered emotions, and animosity brewed within the group all while Billy battled with himself to remain loyal to his sobriety and family. 

My favorite part about this book was how it was structured! It was presented as a transcript of interviews with band members, family, and friends. Think, “VH1's Behind the Music,” but instead of watching it you are reading it. I love novels that are written from multiple points of view. 

At points the storyline was redundant and bland, I was not immersed in the story; I was not experiencing it, I was simply reading it.  Despite the novel being character-driven, there was very little character development… plenty of backstory on how the group was formed, but very little on the characters. Outside of the band, who were they, where did they come from, and what did they do prior to joining the band?  I am not saying this book was bad, I am just saying that it is nothing to write home about. Reading it was like eating food that is not nasty, but not that tasty either, but you eat it anyway, and when asked how it was you shrug and say, “It was ok.” Because the book was about rockstars, I expected to be enthralled in a literary journey through the rockstar lifestyle: wild sex parties, fist fights, overdosing, arrest, hotels being trashed…typical rockstar shenanigans. The author kept the storyline extremely vanilla considering what could have been written. Although not as climatic or explosive as I preferred, the ending felt good. The party can’t last forever, and life goes on…