“A synesthetic fireball of beauty, a gut punch in every line, this is the kind of memoir full of gorgeously drawn characters and the wild passion of youthful misdeed that spawns a thousand attempts to live halfway up to the thrill of the original.”—Alex DiFrancesco, author of All City and Transmutation

“With grit, heart, and punk spark, Glory Guitars is a seething anthem of teenage sex and explosive youth. Gogo Germaine is a voice of her generation, a shriek of darkness and life you never knew you needed… but won’t ever forget.”—Jason Heller, author of Strange Stars: David Bowie, Pop Music, and the Decade Sci-Fi Exploded

“Glory Guitars is a vulnerability manifesto that refuses to be ignored. … Heartbreaking and hilarious, all with the perfect soundtrack of sorrow and rage to boot, Germaine is brilliant at masterminding the art of storytelling …”—Hillary Leftwich, author of Aura, A Memoir and Ghosts Are Just Strangers Who Know How to Knock

“As smart and compelling as it is surprising and, ultimately, empowering.”—John Wenzel, The Denver Post, Rolling Stone

“Lyrical and imaginative, homing in on intricate details and making them blossom like flowers.”—Emily Ferguson, Westword

“Within the pages of Glory Guitars, many readers will recognize that longing for independence and individualism, whether or not they share Barnes’ particular punk-rock life experiences.—Nick Hutchinson, Boulder Weekly

“if Howl had been written by a 15-year-old fanzine writer high on life, booze and illicit pharmaceuticals.”—Cazz Blase, Louder Than War

“This memoir of a neurodiverse hell-raiser is reminiscent of Cherie Curie’s memoir, Neon Angel, Kathy Acker’s novel Blood And Guts In High School and (occasionally) Linda Jaivin’s sci-fi erotic novel, Rock’N’Roll Babes From Outer Space. In its darker moments, it also brings to mind the films Thirteen and Kids.”—Cazz Blase, Louder Than War

“Glory Guitars is a multi-sensory, tilt-a-whirl fun house adventure of guiltless teenage rebellion that formerly puritanical readers can live vicariously through, retroactively experiencing every school-ditch drunken escapade …”—Amanda E.K., author of The Risk It Takes to Bloom