I have to be totally honest here. When I first started reading Slipping on Stardust, I thought it would be as quirky and funny as it sounded in the blurb. The further I got into it, the more it just kind of fell flat. To be honest, it read kind of like a British soap opera, with more faked drama than actual substance. I did go out and read other reviews and I know that other people have absolutely loved this book, and that’s great. I did see that the characters were well developed, and the story, although I felt it lacked real pizzazz, was engaging enough to be somewhat entertaining. It just wasn’t my cup of tea.
There’s nothing like the arrival of a Hollywood star to stir the passions of the people of Johnson, a sleepy small town in Ohio. During his stay with Johnson’s most physically appealing family, the star shakes up the lives of the reigning queen of the local theatre scene, her lawyer husband, and the couple’s handsome but sexually undecided son. Add a scandal at the husband’s law firm and a kidnapping with suicide demanded as ransom and you have what propels family members to New York City and Hollywood and Gordon Osmond’s debut novel to its shattering conclusion.
Those who have ever been involved in small-town life, regional theatre, adolescent rebellion, or legal entanglements, and those who admire the works of Oscar Wilde and Kurt Vonnegut, to whose writing style Osmond’s has been likened, will find themselves within the fast-turning pages of Slipping on Stardust.