2nd Reread: BUDDYREAD w/ @Elena
11/22/2021
I swear on my fucking life, this book, these words, the characters, the fucking shit show that is this sorry ass music industry, the soft sweet tender moments, the tapping of the shoe, the smoldering eye contact, and fuck me but the holding hands... This book is the embodiment of my soul and I say it with every fiber of my being,
This book sang with my soul, and is truly a gift to my existence.
First Reread: August 28-29, 2021
Yes I loved this book every damn second of it, yes I quoted right back at Maddox and Roscoe because the amount of times I memorized their sayings is my kind of prayer and yes I only reached up to 88% of this book before panicking and realizing this can't end, this is so going to end, I CANT DO THIS and so help me god but I'm not going to finish this today. My memory of this book's ending is enough to keep me satisfied and NO ONE can stop me because yes I'm a dramatic bitch who needs to get her shit together, but you guys don't understand the pain I went through for the ending of this. And no, this isn't a sad ending. But it felt like someone forced themselves inside my heart and altered it's entire chemistry AND UNTIL this day, I'm not functioning any better after this book.
Ps, I know everyone hates Ambrose but I really feel for that man. I wish people just look at the situation through his hands and through his eyes, and just see that, he's not that different, whether he liked it or not, decisions needed to be made and he was the person who had to make them, and whether satisfying or not, the bigger picture was always there for him and for that, I have respect for him.
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Original Review
One of my Favorite Books of 2021
Have you ever cried for something so beautiful and so incredibly heartwarming? Have you ever cried at the ending of a book not because it was sad or if it was magical, maybe simply because it ended and you didn't want it to?
Because I cried my eyes out when I Finished this book, not because it was sad but because I just didn't want it to end.
May the stars above guide us,
may your lighthouse bring me home.
First of all, I just wanna say.
Fuck reality.
Fuck this world and everything that comes with it, except books. Because honestly, who needs reality when you have this magnificent piece of art, 400 too short pages of glorious fiction.
I'm just going to continue to ramble and waste your time, so before I get to that, I have to speak that this book is Music Industry DETAILED.
He waited until the van slowed, then he shrugged. “Not really. I don’t think I could.” He gave me a smile that was all stage and performative. His public smile. “I don’t know who I am without any of this.”
And by that I mean, this book focuses on what happens Behind the Scenes in concerts, stadiums, interviews etc. The staff, the stress, the amount of effort, management, organization and overall, it is very detailed oriented (at the beginning anyway)
And I fucking loved it.
And I very humbly will say that my adoration is very bias.
I already have past experience with boybands and knowing what happens Behind the Scenes and the charade itself so this book hit a bitttttt too close to home, and that's why I lived for every detail because honestly, I wanted to clap at the accuracy.
So if you have no interest in the music industry, the business side and management side of this, this book at the start will be a bit rough for you as one of our protagonist is the manager of a five member hit boyband. So I can see why for some people, it is slow.
But like I said, my middle name is BIASED so I lived for every second of the detail and watching how things worked behind the scene.
“Yeah. Of course.”
I didn’t believe him, and it was devastating how he could look right at me with those dark, dark eyes and speak so sincerely while he lied.
On the topic on how this book hit too close to home, I'm a fan of boybands myself. I love bands more than solo artists and I'm not ignorant to the ridiculous system and vigorous lifestyle they're put under and honestly, it felt like someone kept on tramping on my heart as I watched how my nightmares became true in this book.
But I'll be damned if this book, with these characters weren't the most resilient, flawed and honest, most beautiful, hilarious and HUMAN characters I've every read.
Maddox was the face of Atrous. Unwilling, but the face, nonetheless.
He carried the weight of their reputation, their brand. He was the one they hounded, the one they chased, the one they followed, the one that made headlines every other day.
He wore black, he had a full sleeve of tattoos, perfect skin, and he had attitude to spare. His motto was to burn down the institutions, to stand tall for those who had to kneel, and to speak for those who had been silenced.
He resonated with the youth around the world.
Watching Maddox throughout this book was the most beautiful and heartbreaking sight to read and to learn and see his perspective.
Although he is from a different league above and from all of us, there can and is so much to learn from him and I seriously am in awe of him. In every fiber of him, the real him, the precious being that he is.
And how can I forget? That man is sin himself.
He sang like an angel and danced like the devil
i think the only thing I wished in this book was to see at least one chapter in his point of view. Even though his perspective was always detailed in between the lines of the book, I wanted the privilege of just knowing what went through his mind even though I already knew.
Regardless.
Amber shrugged. “It’s how he is. How he’s always been.”
I conceded a nod. “True. But it’s more now. It’s different. Before he thrived on it. The harder it all was, the better he did. Now he’s . . . tired.”
My precious, precious, MY DARLING ROSCOE.
He deserves to have the ground beneath his feet fucking WORSHIPPED.
Man, I wish I can express how gold he is. He is fucking treasure, a warmth of comfort and love and sincerity and genuine. He is everything and more and I BLODDY love him so damn much.
All Hail Roscoe Hale.
Everyone deserves a manager like this man, one who cares for you until the end of this world, a friend one as loyal as him, a lover who will go to the moon and back for you, would walk face first through hell and would go through it again and again.
It was dark outside, and inside the van the only lights were passing streetlights and traffic. His gorgeous face flashed into neon view in time with my thundering heart. He lifted his hand, palm up, an offering for me to hold it.
Oh man . . .
I skimmed my fingertips up his palm before I wove his fingers with mine. His lips parted; his eyes burned into me.
This was . . . this was a bad idea, diving headfirst into dangerous waters. It had trouble written all over it. But it was exhilarating and wonderful, and it felt so, so right.
And so help me fucking god, he smiled.
I love this book with these characters so much, how genuine, how heartfelt and gut wrenching it was, how accurate and how beautiful it was. This book stole a piece of my heart and capture a part of my soul and I would never forget this story.
I hope this book isn't just a standalone and the author decides to continue this series because this band, Atrous, this is not the end.
The interviewer asked, “A pentagon for the five of you, obviously. Does it signify anything else?”
“No,” Maddox answered. “A five-sided shape of equal parts. That’s what we are. If one of us was gone, we could never be whole.” He shrugged, somewhat nervously. “Like the saying goes, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. On our own, we’re just five ordinary guys. Together we conquered the world.”
+ I just wanted to insert, I loved this book so much, and Maddox just captured a piece of my heart and I wanted to be honest, he inspired me to open a notebook and write down words, maybe poetry, maybe lyrics, maybe rubbish, but he inspired me to write down words, and I'll forever be grateful.
Immediate Reactions:
I'm not okay. This book was TOO good