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Lindsey Stirling is an acclaimed electronic violinist, who has over 7 million YouTube subscribers, and 11 billion views on her YouTube channel. She has enjoyed Billboard chart-topping hits and sold out tours worldwide, all without the backing of a label. To date, she has released two studio albums: her 2013 self-titled debut and the smash 2014 follow up, Shatter Me. The latter debuted at #2 on the Billboard 200 and won her a Billboard Music Award for “Top Dance/Electronic Album.” On stage, Lindsey combines the infectious energy of dance, electronica, and modern classical music with ballet-inspired dance moves. In her spare time, Lindsey is a motivational speaker, and she uses her own story to help others build confidence, hope, and passion.Brooke S. Passey is a writer, a horseback riding instructor, and the co-author of this book. She is also a member of her local book club, The Muumuu Society, where women of all ages gather in support of literature and muumuu sales. Brooke currently lives in Arizona with her husband, several horses, and a puggle with an embarrassing underbite.
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The Only Pirate at the Party A GIRLIN CURLS As a child, I had a big head, a tiny voice, and a total disregard for social cues. All young kids are oblivious at first—public tantrums and soiling one’s pants are somehow okay in infancy—but eventually most children start noticing and mimicking cultural norms. I, on the other hand, managed to glide through childhood without perceiving (or perhaps caring about) these “accepted behaviors.” To be clear, my mother tells me I stopped pooping my pants at a very early age, but she also told me not to use any form of the word poop in my book. Anyway, I just never seemed to care much about what other people were doing. I was a natural-born drama queen, and my kindergarten classroom set the stage for one of my earliest impromptu performances. One morning as I was getting dressed for school I found myself digging through boxes of dress-up clothes instead of my dresser. And to think, all this time I’d been limiting the use of costumes to playdates and Halloween—what a waste! Minutes later, I emerged from my room wearing a kimono, red sequined shoes, a single glove, and a curly brown wig. Had the wig been red I would have been overjoyed—Little Orphan Annie was one of my first idols—but this wig would do. It had short, uneven ringlets, and if I shifted my weight just so, I could make the frizzy curls dance around my face. The cute outfit my mother had purchased for the first day of school lay in a heap on my bedroom floor. When I announced to her that I was ready for school, she took one bemused look at me and did what any good mother would do—she handed me my lunch and drove me to Jefferson Elementary. When I arrived, my class was already gathered for Circle Time, reading quietly on the opposite side of the room. To draw their attention I walked through the door, spread my arms wide, and struck the most dramatic pose I could think of. “Tada!” I said in a mouse-like voice as I hopped from one spindly leg to the other. The class erupted into giggles, and I felt like a champion. Mrs. Fowler wasted no time in sending for the principal—but only so she could showcase her slightly odd student. Despite my larger-than-life theatrics, I was always quite small for my age. In the first grade, I compensated by becoming best friends with two giants named Krista and Naomi. Maybe their tall-girl instincts told them I needed looking after, or maybe I subconsciously gravitated to their protective body types; either way, we made a wicked team. Here we are on a field trip to the petting zoo, Krista and Naomi mean muggin’ the camera in my defense. On second thought, maybe it was our mutual love for saggy denim that brought us together. Krista and Naomi’s parents were also best friends, so they were constantly doing things together outside of school. After a few months of playing with them at recess, the girls brought me into their inner circle of friendship by inviting me to Knott’s Berry Farm. When Naomi asked me if I wanted to go with her I was speechless. Going to Knott’s Berry Farm was considered a full-fledged vacation for my family. Apparently, to hers it was an average weekend activity, one to which she could invite friends no less! When Naomi’s mom called that night I could hear my mom in the next room. “Hi Clair, I was just thinking we needed to invite Naomi over again soon.” There was a pause. “Oh, are you sure? Okay.” My mom continued, “Thank you, she is going to be so excited.” And just like that it was settled. On the morning of our outing I slipped into my best saggy jeans and waited anxiously for my ride by the front door. As I sat looking out the window my mom watched from the kitchen. “Lindsey, are you excited to go to Knott’s Berry Farm?” she asked. “Yes,” I said smiling, eagerly looking for Naomi’s red SUV. “I want you to tell me about all the rides when you get back. Maybe another time we’ll go together.” “Okay,” I replied, my focus unwavering. My mom, like most, wanted to give her kids everything and more. But she was also the kind of mom who never spent money she didn’t have. If we ran out of milk before the end of the month, we ate Cream of Wheat instead of cereal; and when we ate a lot of Cream of Wheat, we didn’t go places like the local Blockbuster, let alone Knott’s Berry Farm. “Hey Lindsey, look at me for a second.” Reluctantly, I turned toward my mom. She was smiling gently. “You know I love you, right?” “Yep,” I said quickly, but I was immediately distracted by the slow crunch of tires pulling into the driveway. “She’s here!” I screamed, jumping up and running for the door. “All right, have fun!” she yelled back, scrubbing a pan in the sink. Soon after arriving at the amusement park, we realized I wasn’t tall enough for the most exciting rides. I frequently got left behind with Naomi’s younger brother, Troy. At first I was disappointed—how was I going to tell my mom about the rides if I couldn’t even get on them? But eventually Naomi’s mom started buying Troy and me special treats to keep us occupied. All I had to do was look at something for longer than six seconds and she would offer to buy it: cotton candy, churros, frozen lemonade, fry bread, and endless turns at the ring toss booth. The wonders of concession stand food were new to me. Usually, when we went out, my mom packed sandwiches that became soggy in her purse by lunchtime. Naomi’s mom had obviously forgotten to make lunches, which was okay, since she seemed to have an endless supply of five-dollar bills to fill their place. At one point, Naomi’s mom suggested that the girls go on a smaller ride with Troy and me. Naomi looked back and forth between her mother and Krista before she replied, “But those rides are boring.” I waited for Naomi’s mom to pull her daughter aside to have a chat about being polite and, I don’t know, a good friend. Instead, she handed me another five-dollar bill and let the girls go on their way. Before long I was stuffed, but the more I ate, the more I wanted. There was no telling when I would get another opportunity to have so much processed food and sugar, or win such ugly (but giant!) stuffed animals again. So I kept looking, and eating, and playing the ring toss. When I returned home at the end of the day I felt sick. But I was delighted by the hideous stuffed lizard under my arm. So what if I’d spent the entire day with a four-year-old boy? Over time Krista and Naomi introduced me to other things: the Miss America Pageant, eating at restaurants for no particular reason, and the idea of getting paid for doing chores. They called that one “allowance,” and they were both shocked to hear I had never received one. “What do you mean you don’t get paid to clean your room?” I was also surprised to find out that a different tooth fairy visits rich people. One time Naomi received five dollars for a front tooth. One tooth! It wasn’t even that big. In fact, Naomi had tiny teeth—the kind of teeth that barely reached the cob when she ate corn. I, on the other hand, had beaver cleavers, and I was certain they were going to work in my favor. The next time I lost a tooth I asked Naomi if she would put it under her pillow, which she did, and I eagerly awaited my grand prize. Her fairy was going to be so impressed. The next day she returned with the tooth but no cash. Her fairy didn’t buy it. Disappointed, I put it under my pillow and awoke the next morning to find two shiny quarters in its place. I imagined my little fairy carrying those quarters through the night, one under each arm (which would have been much harder to fly with than a five-dollar bill), and I was grateful for her extra effort—even if the amount of money was a letdown. At breakfast that morning my mom handed me a bowl of Cream of Wheat and sat down at the table. “So, did the tooth fairy come last night?” she asked. I considered telling her about Naomi’s five dollars, but I was worried she might call the Tooth Fairy Office to complain, and what if my fairy got fired? I kept it to myself and answered, “Yes, I got two quarters.” “Two whole quarters? That must have been one big tooth!” Tell that to Naomi’s fairy, I thought. But the more I thought about it, the more I appreciated my fairy’s quarters. She wasn’t the richest, obviously, but she was definitely one of the strongest. I liked my little fairy, she did good.
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Product details
Hardcover: 272 pages
Publisher: Gallery Books (January 12, 2016)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1501119109
ISBN-13: 978-1501119101
Product Dimensions:
6 x 1.1 x 9 inches
Shipping Weight: 1.6 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
Average Customer Review:
4.9 out of 5 stars
291 customer reviews
Amazon Best Sellers Rank:
#331,493 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
I know she can entertain but I didn't know that she's such a good storyteller as well.This book has the highs and lows. There are sad moments, happy times, hilarious incidents and insights about life.I'm not like a fan of hers but I do see her videos on Youtube occasionally which is why I bought the book. Now I've a new found sense of appreciation for her work and her work ethics.Highly recommended. It's really touching and inspiring.
Her music has such broad appeal, that the couple of times I've met Lindsey at her Meet & Greets I've kidded her that I am "president of the senior Stirlingites!" (Someone has to speak for her legions of older fans!) After reading her book, I'm even more convinced that she is at the cutting edge of changing how the music industry works and operates behind the scenes. She is the new model of the American Dream and has almost single-handedly fought through every barrier and obstacle to achieve success. Despite what other celebrities want you to believe, Lindsey's independence is a rare commodity in Hollywood and she's built her own brand from the ground up through guts, determination, and never taking her fans for granted. She may be the only pirate at the party and because she is "different" she has always charted her own course -- even if she is using a couch as a boat -- to the chagrin of those who underestimate her talents and resilience. Lindsey wrote the book with the help of her sister, Brooke, who is an amazingly talented writer (their father is too!) and it provides a fascinating and honest look at Lindsey's roller coaster life. It's serious, funny, and touching all at the same time. This book would appeal to all age groups and I'm glad she documented her experiences -- I can picture her grandchildren reading this someday and laughing their heads off. It provides wonderful lessons and inspirations we can all learn from, regardless of our age.
I absolutely love her electric violin albums. She is so talented, beautiful and kind-hearted. She cares about others and I met her @ Changing Hands Bookstore in Arizona. She is originally from the same city as me so I feel this connection to her childhood like I had when I was really small playing with ordinary things like leaves, sticks, riding bikes around with friends and making up ghost stories in the garage with the lights out (before we realized there were quite a few bugs in there). Her music is what I heard 1st back in 2011 or 2010 with her "Silent Night" rendition music video and I saw it on youtube with my mom. Then off I went into the Navy ( so I found it kinda funny with the title since I left for the Navy, but realized what it was really for). Came out and realized she had grown into a SUPER STAR! I love everything she represents and am so grateful she put her book out there. I have been wanting to have a ghost writer about my life overseas as an Army brat that lived in Kuwait for 12 years and Saudi Arabia for 3 years, along with other countries I lived in while acting for them on Arabic TV shows for Ramadan. I have a strong connection as well with feeling different. Lindsey, if you ever see this, or Brooke, I just want to say THANK YOU. I am a HUGE fan as others are and can't wait to see what else is to come. <3
This is a real book about a real person. Many celebrity (auto)biographies are narcissistic promotional pieces, existing only to "build the brand" and re(de)fine the public persona of the subject. This one, like its subject, is a little different. Sure, nobody produces a biography about themselves to hide their inner self, in the end this book exists to bring more exposure to Ms Stirling. But it's not the sort of self-sycophantic me-worship of so many others. There are the stories about the embarrassing moments of life and performance, the mis-steps, the self-doubt and the failure to meet the expectations of Reality TV Showbiz and orchestral professionals. But there are also the meaningful moments of triumph and friendship and family,While this is a book about Lindsey Stirling, violin super-star, it introduces you to Lindsey Stirling, the actual person with weird quirks, funny friends, awkward family, unpopular religion and strict morals and a peculiar pirate obsession.Will anyone who isn't a Stirling fan buy this book? Maybe not, because they wouldn't know why they should. Would anyone who isn't a Stirling fan get something out of this book? Yes, completely. Because at the end of the day, like many of Stirling's songs, this book is about a girl finding her true calling, being dedicated enough to pursue it through all the setbacks, eating disorders, crises of confidence, music business depravity and Piers Morgan, and overcoming them all to become a superstar. All while remaining true to herself, her family and her music. Just about anyone could learn from that.Written in a lighthearted and self-deprecating tone, in conjunction with her sister, this book is an easy and enjoyable read for anyone who likes Stirling's music and wants to know more about the girl behind the limelight, or anyone who wants to be inspired to take on their own demons. And overcome Piers Morgan.
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