Took me a full week to read this book. The first 2/3 of the book really clips along. The last 1/3 is tough to read. Sheffield has such a great, down-to-earth sort of writing that makes me identify so easily with everything he says, even if I rarely had any idea what pop culture reference the man was making. As a guy married almost five years, a LOT of what he said rang really true to my experience, as well. Which is why it was so tough to get through the portion of the book where he was dealing with his own wife's random, instantaneous death. Generally, I wouldn't read more than one chapter of it at a time,and that set my pace back a bit.
On the whole, though, I really dug this book. It made me want to make mix CD's, quit my job, and play in a rock and roll band the rest of my life. I didn't do any of these things because A) I don't generally have a CD player, B) I thought it would be awfully poser-ish of me to suddenly make all these mix CD's just because I read a book about mix tapes, and C) it would be irresponsible of me to quit my job when I don't even have a band to play with.
But I should.
Total pages: 8,688