This is a beautiful heartbreaking book about a beautiful heartbreaking girl/woman who died nearly 38 years ago. I have always loved Sandy’s music, it has a warm, sad meloncholic, agelessness about it. OK some of the productions were never pretty naff to begin with, but that voice, it could melt whatever is left of the polar icecap. Reading Mick Houghtan’s affectionate boigraphy, Sandy was brilliant, insecure, emotional and in the end a total mess, so much so her husband Trevor had to take her daughter from her to save the childs life. This is an affectionate, but to me a very objective book written with much love but giving due weight to the dark days particularly in the latter stages of Sandy’s too short life. Noughton presents all sides opinions on Sandy’s sad decline and all the whatifs. Sadly a lot of the main charactors are no longer with us and the author has to rely on previous interviews. It re-presents an idilic time when talent and the misic were what counted before product became king and marketing ruled. No doubt Simon Cowell and his ilk would not entertain her…..their loss….the one thing Sandy had was soul, and » Continue Reading.