I think there's something about Bowie that means trying to put his life into a book just doesn't really work, but this book did a much better job than most I've (tried to) read about him. It's short, and sticks to Bowie's career, rather than going into wild bouts of speculation about every single aspect of Bowie's private life. The only real 'speculation' there is in the book is in Sheffields own interpretations of Bowie's music, which came off as reasonable and interesting to read. On the whole, I really enjoyed it.

There were some little issues though; I would have liked more than half a paragraph about Labyninth, and I felt like there could have been a few more pages on The Next Day and Blackstar. I also would have really liked to hear about Bowie's relationship with Japan and Asian style, but the book doesn't touch on that at all, which was disappointing. Also, Sheffield kept randomly bringing up Kanye West for some reason. I didn't really get why, and it felt a bit weird, as Kanye was the only modern musician he mentions.

But yes, this is definitely the best Bowie book I've read.