I didn't know anything about David Bowie, and now I know something about David Bowie.

I think I did an okay job of not annoying my husband with Daily Bowie Facts, but it wasn't a great job, because . . . well . . . David Bowie was David Bowie and I am who I am.

I can't really speak to the quality of the book, but I would call it a fairly readable survey that doesn't get too deep into anything before it rolls along the lengthy road of Bowie's career. The author injects little pieces of his life into the narrative (appropriately set apart) to demonstrate the effects of Bowie on a person.

Also, if you have a toddler, a fun game is to play "Find the Bowie" with the pictures. "Generally," you will condescend to him, "only one Bowie is permitted per image." Then, you will turn the page and find a photograph with three Bowies in it. You will decline to explain mirrors and optics to your three-year-old, hoping instead that he doesn't notice.