So what’s the deal? Rob Sheffield’s this Rolling Stone poet reporter who was in love with a girl. I’m not going to tell you the rest, just know that Love is a Mix Tape is his paean to music and this girl.
This is probably the sweetest book I’ll ever read. Sweet in the old-fashioned letters and sodas kind of way and not in the overused by me right on! sort of way. My friend Wolfdogg would probably say it’s a bit hagiographic, and he’d be right. But it doesn’t even matter. Because when Sheffield writes about the girl he loves it’s so sweet (there’s that word again) and so fresh it kind of makes your stomach hurt.
Single women beware, you will want to take Mr. Sheffield to your bosom, pet his head and make him soup. And if you have a penchant for incredibly tall (he’s 6’5″) dorky writer guys who dig The Replacements, you’re not going to stand a chance. At all.
Love is a Mix Tape makes my stomach ache with longing. The way Sheffield writes about his Renee is how every girl on the face of the earth wants to be wrote about. I’m a little bit in love with Renee, and I’m only half-way through the book. I’ve written down about a dozen little phrases or scenes Sheffield’s used that are just so stunningly perfect that I kind of want to hate him for it.
It’s the kind of book that I can’t wait to get home to tonight, because I am sure I’ll finish it up and I’m absolutely positive it’s going to break my heart.