It was a fine enough fun read, but the whole thing is just so overtly Fleetwood Mac, to the point where you can tell which song is meant to be which (Impossible Woman is clearly Gold Dust Woman, Aurora is Songbird), which plot point is aping band history. And even then, half the drama is gone - your average Rumours-related Wikipedia page contains so much more drama and insanity. In the book, Daisy lobbies the band to get a dramatic fuck-you song on the album against Billy's wishes, which they later sing while intensely looking at each other in concerts, but isn't it much more compelling that Silver Springs was (stupidly) cut from the album by Mick Fleetwood and later became one of FM's most iconic and beloved songs?

The oral history format didn't really do it for me, but I don't like it much in nonfiction either, so that's some personal bias. Generally it felt too neat, the way the story flowed, which made me think of course it's so neat, because the author made it all up.

I didn't hate it - I read it in a couple days as a break from more Serious Reading, because it moves fast and was fun - but I would have rather read about Fleetwood Mac having drug fueled parties every night in the studio and recording when they were absolutely exhausted from the revels, and how everyone was fucking each other and hated each other and barely keeping it together. This book was cleaner and simpler than the reality it was inspired by.