Title: AWFUL, AWFUL. MADE ME EMBARRASSED TO BE A U2 FAN.
Product review: This book is absolute trash! It will make you embarrassed to be a U2 fan. The author, apparently dealing with a midlife crisis by stalking the band, can't write. On most pages, her insights are obsessive and often insipid. She whines, she laments, she fawns over Bono, she invites us into her ho-hum life without a flame or even a spark of creativity. The pages, filled with diary entries dating bak to The Joshua Tree tour, are a drawn out stream of babble that had me skimming after the first chapter. How did this thing get published?
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