As much as I love Paul Simon, this book was just okay. It was interesting and well-written, but there was the constant comparison to Bob Dylan that got a little old. Also, there were times in the narrative where it felt like the author was just name dropping—literally—because at times there were just lists of names of “behind-the-scenes” people you wouldn’t know unless you were pretty well aware of 1970’s music culture. And finally, it just sort of ends. I know that it’s hard to wrap up a story about a LIVING legend who is still performing and making music—Paul has now put out four new albums since the publication of this book and completed his “farewell tour”—but it felt like the author just kept writing, and then wrote a single closing sentence because he just didn’t have any more material. But despite those things, did I like the book and like reading it? Sure. Even though I know a lot about Paul’s life and career, I learned some things I didn’t know. If you’re a big Paul Simon fan like me, you’ll definitely still be able to enjoy this book.