How to Kill a Rock Star by Tiffanie DeBartolo

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How to Kill a Rock Star by Tiffanie DeBartolo

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“Nobody, and I mean nobody, ever started a revolution playing by the rules.”
And my desire wasn’t just confined to my dick. She made my whole goddamn body taut, like some invisible energy force was pulling me up by the skin.
Happiness is elusive, for sure. But like love, and music, I believed in it because I could feel it.
“Personally, I don’t like inherently happy people. I don’t trust them. I think there’s something seriously wrong with anyone who isn’t at least a little let down by the world.”
There’s a big difference between being alone and being lonely. And I’m guessing that once you’ve discovered this distinction you can’t go back to solitary confinement without serious emotional repercussions.
Because believers know the truth when they hear it.
“Talent? That’s not talent. Talent is Liza Minnelli tap-dancing and singing at the same time. What I just saw was devastation. Dying man on the cross. Salvation in B minor. An ejaculation of truth.”
Eliza has one of the worst voices known to man. Swear to God, for someone so obsessed with music, she’s borderline tone deaf. But trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare hands. It made me want to marry her. Made me want to buy her a magic airplane and fly her away to a place where nothing bad could ever happen. Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we’d be stuck together, and so it would hurt like hell if we ever tried to tear ourselves apart.
“I’m not brave, I’m in love.” Ha. Same goddamn thing.
It’s pretty simple, really, when you think about it: We all start out as little fishes in our daddy’s pants, and we all end up a Thanksgiving feast for the worms, and in the meantime we have to find a couple good reasons to give a fuck.

How to Kill a Rock Star

The Book Details
Publisher Synopsis

When Eliza moves from Ohio to New York to work for a music magazine, she finds herself rooming with Paul, the lead singer in her brother Michael's band. Paul and Eliza hit it off immediately: both love the same singer/songwriter (who says things like "rock 'n' roll music is a dying man.... [i]t's a man being crucified"), both are orphans, and both think the other is hot stuff. It could be a decent romantic comedy, but DeBartolo aims for drama, and serves up uninspired prose and a skimpy plot. Paul and Eliza fall in love; he writes a song about her ("She is a virgin. She is a whore. She gives it all and I beg for more"); her fear of flying (her parents were killed in a plane crash) gets worse after September 11; Paul, on the brink of megastardom, refuses to tour unless she comes along; she sacrifices their relationship for the sake of his art. Complications ensue.

ASIN

B003H29CJI

ISBN

140220521X

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About The Author
Kyleigh Jane

I suppose I was introduced to romance at an early age. When I was around 10 years old, I happened upon a highlighted and dog eared copy of “The Joy Of Sex” on my mother’s bookshelf. I was shocked. I was fascinated. Maybe it was the 1970s power muffs, maybe it was the mustaches, maybe it was phrases such as “tongue bath”, who knows. As a teen, hiding Danielle Steel and VC Andrews paperbacks, I think I was drawn to reading romance/erotica because I felt like I was reading something I wasn’t supposed to. Something forbidden. As an adult, I enjoy the truth of love. The triumph and tragedy. The build and the break. I’m drawn to stories with grit, and substance, and meat on their bones. The format breakers, the unusual. I’m always searching for that next great read. The story that burrows deep into your guts, and changes you.