I love Nick Hornby, but "Juliet, Naked" is by far his weakest novel. The plot was so inconceivable that it made the entire story silly. None of the characters were remotely likeable. The story read like it was made of lead, plodding and painful. The book was lacking Hornby's signature wit. It had a few interesting things to say about fame and obsession, but it failed to hold my interest. I really hope that he gets back on track for his next novel!