I finished “Juliet, Naked” by Nick Hornby last Saturday, and had all but forgotten about the book until now. I must admit, I was a little disappointed, after previous Hornby novels set the bar high for “Juliet.” It was well-written and easy enough to read, but the plot-line was just too…silly for me. Without giving too much away, the book is about a woman’s encounters with one of her favorite singers. But, while the book is fiction, the story was too fantastical for me to enjoy. I didn’t hate “Juliet, Naked,” but I definitely wouldn’t read it again.