Perhaps the only thing worse than failing to prosper in your chosen profession is having a close friend who succeeds famously in the same business. Such was writer Neil McCormick's fate when his old school chum's band Feedback metamorphosed into one of the most popular groups in the world, U2. McCormick's life in Bono's shadow is hilariously, if ruefully, retold in KILLING BONO, an intriguing combination of memoir, insight into the formative years of the U2 phenomenon, and meditation on the effects of fame on stars and the people who surround them. McCormick's recollections shed new light on U2's early, faith-based lyrics; an account of band members meeting with a cult-like fundamentalist Christian sect is particularly instructional. But it's the contrast between Bono's increasing celebrity and the author's by turns inept and blackly farcical efforts to make it in show business that give the book its impetus. When McCormick's girlfriend finally makes him realize his talents lie elsewhere (he's now a successful pop columnist for the London Daily Telegraph), the reader is almost as relieved as she is.

A pop-up book that recreates the cantina set from the first "Star Wars" film. The final pop-up includes lights and sounds of gunfire and music.