Okay, so maybe I don’t read as many new books as I should, and maybe the last book I read was the bastardized American cousin of High Fidelity, but I couldn’t help but revisit Nick Hornby’s debut work of fiction. What I recalled while reading the book was that it is absolutely one of my desert island, all-time top five favorite books (and the film version probably gets the same distinction).

I’ll not bore you with details of plot, because I’m fairly certain I’ve already reviewed the book. But the gift in re-reading a novel is that you already know what happens and you can more fully become immersed in the writing style. Hornby packs High Fidelity with humorous, touching, relatable prose that makes you want to never stop reading. And once it’s in you’re head, it becomes like the addictive pop single that you can’t stop repeating. You want to stick it in your CD player and put it on repeat, just so you can find new layers of it to love. I’m happy to report that High Fidelity only gets better the second time around.

Rating: * * * * *

Trackback This Post | Subscribe to the comments through RSS Feed