Susan sent me the link for a book tour. We’re totally willing to do them here at The Rock of Pages… so long as the books are Rock Fiction. Thanks to the excellently named Rock Star Lit for letting us be picky and join in today.
Susan told me, when she mentioned that Cecilia Tan’s Daron’s Guitar Chronicles was up for review, that it wasn’t the sort of thing you could really pick up in the middle – and the offer we were looking at was to read Volume Eight.
She said that came from Cecilia herself.
And okay, the first quarter was really hard to get into, but once I did, I sort of found myself caring about Daron. And sort of not, but I think that’s because at points, Daron was too stupid to live—really, dude? Running off after a show without your wallet and without telling anyone what you’re up to? That sort of thing has nothing to do with coming into the series in the middle. That’s just bad judgement. But… when you care enough to wince and want to slap someone for being dumb, that means it’s a good character, one worth your time and attention.
I need to read the earlier books, so if you haven’t read any of them yet, start at the beginning. Even toward the end, there were times when I felt lost. That’s because Daron’s not so good at setting a scene when we’re thrown into something new. I kept wondering if this was something I should have known to expect, but it could also be a failure on the part of Daron. After all, guys aren’t really known for their observational skills, as millions of women fresh from a new hair color will tell … anyone who’ll listen.
I’m totally up for reading the earlier books. I want to. Need to, even. Daron’s living a dream, but to him, it’s just the way things are. There’s no rose-colored glasses here. It’s the way it is, and it’s very real. People get on each other’s nerves. They want things, long for other people, feel lonely and isolated in a crowded room. Daron’s likeable enough that he’s good company, and I want to experience the backstory, not only figure it out from the sketchy details he tells us to remember.
Another thing I really liked was the way that the real-life death of Eric Clapton’s son echoed around the story of Remo. I’d actually forgotten that had happened, so seeing it on the page was a really cool jolt and maybe I felt more from it happening on the page than I did when I’d first heard about it, but I was how old when it actually happened?
So, yeah. I’d keep reading this series. I’d like to start at the beginning, though, so I know some of what’s going on, and like I said, if you’re going to pick any of Daron’s Guitar Chronicles up to read, I suggest you do that. Start at the beginning.
There’s a lot of volumes out – eight – and that’s longer than a lot of series ever get to be. But I have a feeling this one’s well worth the investment. And this is me, who hates making big time investments like this.
Here’s the book description:
Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Coming out and coming of age in the days of AIDS, MTV, Reaganomics, and Just Say No. Winner of the Rose and Bay Award for Crowdfunded Fiction!
Daron Marks is a young guitar player with a dream, make it big like the guys he grew up idolizing in New Jersey–or at least escape his dysfunctional family. He makes it as far as music school in Rhode Island, and the rock clubs of Boston beckon him. But it’s hard to succeed from the closet. A story of how finding one’s self is key to finding love, and loving one’s self is key to loving another.
And some buy links. Because you should. Buy all eight of ’em, even though these links will only take you to Volume 8
(and oh, yeah. Free copy… blog tour participant… and Jett only does honest, even when it brings the trolls out. Do I really have to remind everyone of that all the time?)