This book started off well enough. It's written in a simple way and very easy to read. I was excited about the story, because reading about showbiz written by someone who is actually in showbiz sounds just really good. Unfortunately, it didn't live up to my expectations.
We follow Daiki as he grows up into young adulthood alongside his childhood friend Shingo. They both felt rather self-centered and very hard to like, at least to me. I see many other people describe them as likeable, so it might just be a me thing, but man, I did not like either of them. Daiki comes across as selfish and jealous for most of the book, and Shingo comes across as distant and selfish for most of the book. (Also WTF was the fireworks scene? I figured he'd get really hurt because it was described as a major explosion but nothing? He just wanted attention? And everyone apologized to the boy almost blowing them all up??? HOW??? WHAT???)
The story focuses on Daiki, and how jealous he is of Shingo, and how he wants to be like him. While refusing any help. Their frienship did not seem like a friendship, because they barely interact once they get to university. You could say they grew apart, but neither of them really changed, so it just made their earlier friendship seem shallow.
But what made me really dislike this was the final chapter or so. Daiki acting as Shingo in a film. Fine. Him getting into character, still fine. Him making every single thing "Shingo" does about himself... really icky? Like the final chapter describes scenes throughout the book through "Shingo"'s eyes, yet it's made clear that it's just how Daiki imagines Shingo would have seen things. And every single thing is about how amazing Daiki is and how everything he does is for Daiki... Self-centered much? It felt rather gross and made me dislike the whole book, despite thinking I'd rate it about 2~3 stars for most of the book.