I was teased when I asked to read the Justin Bieber unofficial biography. Coming from the publisher that’s a bit much, but it’s always possible it wasn’t meant seriously. I’m too old. Then I was subjected to more mental abuse when Daughter found the book in my possession. You see how I suffer for this blog.
When I visited Random in January, one of the books discussed in the meeting I was at, was this book, which had then barely been conceived. Someone had cottoned on to the new and growing phenomenon of Justin, and it was seen as a good thing to have some sort of biography of this 15-year-old to sell, and as soon as possible. (Maybe they go out of fashion as soon as they come in?) I was fascinated to see how books like these may be dreamed up and planned, so was very keen to see the end result.
If I was ten or twelve I would most likely adore Justin, too, and in that case I’d love this book. It’s very colourful in cerise and pink, red and blue, with absolutely masses of photos of the boy and his hair that blows forward from the back. Good teeth, too. According to Daughter the page layout has been executed in a pleasing manner.
The book is like a thick girls’ magazine (ahem, I mean a thick magazine, not that the girls are), and if anything like it could conceivably have existed of Svenne Hedlund in 1966 I’d have been in heaven. So it follows that this should put a few girls in a Justin heaven, a few decades on. You get quizzes and wordsearches and crosswords and all that kind of thing. There is even a colour-in Justin. Did I mention all the photos? And there is a detachable poster of this Canadian teenager, too.
Have looked him up on YouTube, which is where it all started (Mums rock, is what I say), although I didn’t fall into raptures over him, if I’m to be perfectly honest. And Daughter and I have an argument over how to pronounce Bieber. I say I’m right and she’s wrong.
I reckon a lot of girls could be made tolerably happy with a copy of this book.
But how does he do that hair?