- Fake It, by Victoria Kinnaird
Fake It, by Victoria Kinnaird
But it's a bit hard to launch a band without a singer. Enter JJ Keswick.
JJ is everything Jack isn't: rich, confident and popular. He also happens to be one of the best singers Jack has ever heard.
Jack reluctantly lets JJ into his band and into his life. The spark between them in the practice studio grows into something neither of them were expecting - a love that threatens to tear their lives apart.
Pack your guitar, pull on your band tee shirt and turn up the volume - it's time to meet your new favorite band.
I don't remember the last time a book told the story in both 1st and 3rd person, but it worked. The 1st person POV is for Jack, who is our central character, giving us about 90% of the storyline. Then we get snippets of JJ, Ash, Jess, and Daniel's POV's in 3rd person. While it seemed a strange decision, I'll admit it took me about a page of reading the new 3rd person to even notice. That's how seamlessly it worked. And it clearly defined the POV changes.
Add in a host of secondary characters – Ash, the supermodel looks with a heart of steel, who reminded me of Taylor Momsen; Jess, the snarky bookworm with an academic brain and a biting tongue; and Dylan, the I-don't-speak all-round musician who had just as much personality through saying nothing as anyone else did with a page of dialogue – and you have a winning cast. Aunt Rose was a peach, and hilarious at times. Dad, Daniel, was absent but present at the right times, tough but fair, and knew when to be a parent and when to be the best friend and manager, just in the nick of time.
I can't wait to listen to the soundtrack, buy the paperback, and read the rest of the series. This is one series that will stay with you.
Oh, and as if that wasn't enough, we were treated to a short Prequel story “The One and Only” where we got to see just a smidge more of JJ, Jack and Jess, that gave a bit more insight into their complex relationship, before the events of the novel.
“I was warm all over, the roar of the small crowd still echoing in my ears, drowning out his knowing laugh.