Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Backstage Pass by Gaby Triana

Backstage Pass by Gaby Triana.
Publisher: HaperCollins.
Pages: 224.

She's named after a landform. She learned to walk on the red carpet. And now she's playing hostess to the nation's hottest pop star.

Desert McGraw hasn't exactly had a normal upbringing. Her dad fronts the popular rock band Crossfire, and her mom is the group's manager. Always on tour or sitting in on recording sessions, Desert leads a life that looks glamorous to most people.

But now that she's sixteen and living in yet another new town -- Miami, this time -- Desert is more than ready to call one place home. There's one problem, though: How do you know whom to trust -- let alone what guy to hook up with -- when all any-one wants is access to the band?

While I cracked a few smiles every now and then, I’m not exactly crazy over this one. It was set up nicely and had the premise for so many other enjoyable directions, but unfortunately, it didn’t go anywhere in my eyes. If somebody asked me to summarize -in my own words- what this story was about, I wouldn’t be able to answer them. It starts off strong, but the main idea of the story is constantly interrupted with major, unnecessary plot twists.

When you read the summary above, you think of a cute, light-hearted story about a musician’s daughter struggling to fit in somewhere. This novel was anything but. So many curveball issues were crammed into a plot meant to be so simple and complex - such as sexual orientation, suicide references and cheating spouses. Everything got so jumbled and confusing that I eventually lost concentration on what the story was really about.

The characters weren’t very enjoyable either. Desert, the narrator, was realistic but incredibly annoying. She had her moments where I felt for her, but most of the time I just wanted to reach through the book and smack her. Her newfound friend, whose name has slipped my memory at the moment, was equally if not more frustrating to read about. And every time I begun to find myself liking a character for a steady period of time, something obnoxious would happen and ruin it.

Unfortunately, I didn’t find it worth the check-out at the library. I’ve seen a bunch of positive reviews, so I might be a loner on this one, but overall- I wasn’t impressed.

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  2. "Backstage Pass" gives readers a sneak peek inside the personal lives of a rock band without feeling like they're invading anyone's privacy. It has all the zany comedy of the Osbournes minus the mumbling, incoherent Ozzy.

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  3. "Backstage Pass" gives readers a sneak peek inside the personal lives of a rock band without feeling like they're invading anyone's privacy. It has all the zany comedy of the Osbournes minus the mumbling, incoherent Ozzy.

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