Almost didn't make it through the giddy teen idol stuff. I found it painful in parts.

A fun story for someone who is the same age as the main characters. It was very uneven though. At times it was delightful and at others long winded and repetitive. We get it, they REALLY loved David Cassidy.

I went into this book with no preconceptions and no expectations, and it surprised me almost right off the bat by entertaining me and making these characters real. I know a few things about obsession myself, and I know people who have been obsessed with musicians and/or people and it was fun seeing their story told here in a human way. They were not demonized or made fun of for having a passion for something, but the reality was also illustrated that there will always come a time for these things to be set aside for other pursuits and interests. I thought it was an interesting twist to have Bill, the voice of David Cassidy, play a major part in the novel and end up being more than just a ghost writer. I did feel like the beginning of the novel was stronger and it lost steam as things progressed, but overall I still enjoyed the ride.

I really liked this book! I could relate to so much of it - big fan of a pop star during the early teens years (book - David Cassidy, me -Duran Duran); getting a chance to see your crush 25 years later; and having a 13 year old daughter going through the same type of puppy love. I also loved the stories of the relationships of the main character with her best friend (Sharon was the comic relief and a wonderful character!), her teenage friends, her parents, her ex-husband, and future love. Great story!

I listened to this on a long car trip and it generally kept me entertained. Pearson seems to really capture what it's like to be a teen girl, particularly a teen girl in love with a pop star, in this case that pop star being David Cassidy. Being a decade younger, I was too young to be in love with "David" myself, so the book probably would resonate perfectly with women in their 50s. I found myself at times feeling the whole story was a bit tiresome, but at others, I was a little enchanted with how well she did describe being 13 or 14 and dealing with the usual issues of that age.
I expected the book to be mostly about the main character as a 38-year-old woman, as the blurbs seem to cover it, but a solid half of it was about her as a teen. So the beginning doesn't just "set up" the second part of the book: it is a huge part of the book, so the second half seems almost a bit anticlimactic rather than being the major part of the story.

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Had the audio book, as I listen to books on my endless commute....but had to turn it off after a few days, because despite the reader's adorable accent, I just couldn't get myself to care about any of the characters. Woof.

I really wanted to love this story of a teenaged Welsh girl obsessed with David Cassidy - puka shells, feathered hair & all. Since I had a big crush on David, and was predisposed to like this, I feel gypped that Pearson couldn't interest me and I "skimmed" - such a dirty word.

I thought this was a really fun book.

I didn't really care too much for this book. I selected it based on the author, however I wouldn't waste your time.

If you were ever a teenybopper and had the mad hormonal obsession over a singer, this book is for you. Personally, I think my only celeb singer obsession was Davy Jones. And I was seven. I watched The Monkees show ever faithfully. Knew all the songs (still do). And only ever wanted him to come to my house for dinner like he did with Marcia Brady. Sigh. Oh to be madly in love with someone like that again.

The book is very well written. A bit yawn-y in parts but I found myself drawn back into it each time I returned.

But if you don 't know who David Cassidy is, don't bother. That would be insulting. Because you won't get it. And then I'd have to hunt you down and hurt you for speaking ill of David Cassidy. Duh.