Pop stars come in all shapes and sizes. Some with tons of talent and some with tons of enhancements; vocal, of course. Sweet Cherry Pye… the pop star character in Carl Hiaasen‘s Star Island, well… I hate to be rude. Bless her heart.
I completed the book an hour ago and I’m SO THANKFUL for every inch of the daunting, quirky, fast-paced story. The character development was as rich as Donald Trump’s bank account and many of the characters were just as loathsome. But, oh, how I loved to hate them.
The story takes us on a journey with a washed up teen pop star who’s only real talent is her ability to be manipulated by everyone around her without any knowledge of said manipulation. Cherry Pye would rather party than, well, anything else. So much so that the family pays an out-of-work actress $800 a week to pretend to be the star while the Cherry’s “recovering” in rehad.
For a while, I felt like I was watching another Kardashian show and almost stopped reading it. But, like with Kim/Kourtney/Khloe/Kitty/Krazy, I needed to know how it would all unfold.
Boy howdy I’m glad I did!
The double gets kidnapped by an obbbb-ssss-eed paparazzo. The double makes one phone call to a loony toony former Nam vet/state governor who has a penchant for rectifying wrongs with things like sea urchins and pooping in washing machines. The double makes another phone call to her employer.
I honestly had no idea how Star Island would end (which is rare) and I’m kinda bummed it did end. Though I’d had enough of the greasy characters, I appreciated the story and the author’s creation of the characters so much that the Epilogue was a tad bitter-sweet.
But, ooooohhhhhh… what an Epilogue it was.