It speaks to me about struggle and artistry, but most of all, believing in yourself and your hard-work, even when it seems like you’re stuck. Kris’s journey, and also Melanie’s in part, became mine, which may be why I was so enthralled with it. Even though I am of the age Kris was in her hey-day, I feel like her when she starts the novel, spinning my wheels and not connecting creatively with my projects. This book also happened to catch me at just the right moment in life. And like a good album, you don’t want to stop in the middle, grooving on the perfectly composed songs, going on the musical journey that is crafted to carry the listener, or in this case the reader, away.

Kris’s passion for music is infectious, and the deep ways that metal music ties into the plot makes it feel almost like an album is tied right in. But I’ve got to admit, the book has me intrigued. I don’t dislike it either, but I certainly don’t follow it or even listen to anything beyond Baby Metal. Kris will go on a journey like no other, guided by an album she wrote decades ago, dodging obstacles, facing extreme danger and getting a peek at the dark truth of what happened to her and other bandmates all those years ago.Ĭonfession: I don’t like heavy metal. Her fellow guitarist Scottie seems to have fallen off the deep end, spouting nonsense from their unpublished third album…until it suddenly doesn’t seem so crazy. However, as she tries to contact her bandmates, she finds that it’s not just her life that’s gone off the rails. However, she gets it into her head to confront former bandmate, Terry, who moved on to a new band called Koffin. We Sold Our Souls follows Kris, a former heavy metal guitarist who is working in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania, her glory days in Dürt Würk behind her. Just one more.” That book is We Sold Our Souls by Grady Hendrix. However, I found myself buried deep in a book at 3:48am on a weeknight, staring down the time and thinking, “Just one more chapter. It’s not often that I find a book that keeps me up until 3 in the morning anymore, mostly because as a person in my late 20s with a full-time job, I keep old lady hours.

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