I do not even know how to rate this weirdo little book.The writing style is either going to work for you or you're going to hate it. I think I fall into the first camp. It's definitely a book you need to be in the correct mood to read.

It was everything that it claimed to be. (By that I mean if Ziggy Stardust was beamed up by aliens to participate in a galactic song completion a la Eurovision in order to save humanity.)

I had a good laugh. There were some lovely poignant moments. But there were also A LOT of bits that did not feel like crucial information. And maybe that's the point.  "Life is beautiful and life is stupid," and all that.

So while I do not know how to rate this, I do know that I'm going to bedazzle the shit out of it. Because if there is any book deserving of a glittery-as-fuck cover, it's this one. Decibel Jones would agree I think.