I started reading the book expecting to be drawn in. It didn't happen. At the same time, I couldn't stop reading it. I kept waiting for at least one of the characters to engage me emotionally. It didn't happen. But I kept reading and didn't know why I didn't just delete it from my Kindle. I just kept reading, not understanding why I continued reading. I had a hard time remembering which character was which and couldn't find one to care about -- but I kept reading. I found the machinations of the music industry interesting but don't know enough about them or it to know if what I was reading was real, realistic, or not. But I kept reading. I kept waiting for something to happen that would be either a disaster or a triumph but it seemed as if nothing much was really happening. But I kept reading. And then, just as the end was looming, just as the dots across the bottom of my kindle were so far to the right that I knew it was just a few pages until the book ended, there was a reunion that I had already figured out was coming, and it happened and I burst out crying. I was as surprised by my own tears as I was that I'd read it all the way to the end.
And now, two weeks after I finished the book, I can remember the different characters, remember their individual stories, and am impressed by the story. A completely unusual reading experience for me.