The ladies in this book, middle age women, suddenly start to obsess over Supernatural although it seems mostly Jensen Ackles, they fly to see him in play, watch everything he is in from movies to tv-shows. Nothing wrong with that, I have favorite actors also. But it bothered me reading how for example Lynn hid the fact from her family that she ordered passes to a convention. Like what she did was something shameful. And here we have the BIG problem with the book. Everything they did was so shameful, liking Supernatural and writing fanfiction. It’s shameful to like something; it’s shameful to write slash fanfiction. It’s shame, shame, shame. And I tried to remember if I have ever been ashamed for liking something (Hell I liked David Hasselhoff in Baywatch when I was a teenager and not even that makes me ashamed nowadays).
This book felt like an excuse to be able to get up and close with Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, a middle life crisis now that the children are almost grown up.
"As we pondered and plotted and looked for opportunities to get up close and personal with actors, our road trip through fandom continued."
But there are moments I feel for them because in a part they manage to find a life outside of being a wife, mother, and professor. That part of the book I liked, but I ultimately I think they failed in their mission to show the good side of the fandom, it felt more like they showed the worst part, the over-enthusiastic fans, the fanatic fans that sleep in hallways to have breakfast with actors.
There isn’t any shame in liking Supernatural. And if you like writing fanfiction, slash or not slash go for it. It’s your life. I want to thank the publisher for providing me with a free copy through NetGalley for an honest review!
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