Meet Bob. Bob is going to attend Sci-Fi conventions across the UK. At the conventions Bob briefly interacts with other attendees, drinks a lot, participates in convention events and gets autographs from and photos with the guests of honour. Bob explains the origins of his fandom and enumerates the embarrassing events his fandom may have caused. Rinse. Spin. Repeat. Bob comes across well. He's funny and self-deprecating and the growing up in he 70s/early 80s parts are really good (especially if you're of that vintage). The ending is a little poignant too. However, it's really really really shallow. The first paragraph above sums up the book. There's little to explain why Bob and other fans actually like the TV show (and it's nearly always a TV show they do) - for Bob they're Proustian Madeleines and so the opportunity to provide some insight into why fans are fans is missed. Given all but one of the conventions is a TV show an the only books mentioned are Discworld and the Narnia series and the blurb mentions his Last of the Summer Wine obsession, it's obvious he's more of a Cult-TV than a science fiction fan. Bob's an outsider and this is all a jolly jape. He never manages to convey any deep enthusiasm for the shows. Meh. A far better paean to science fiction fandom and a cracking coming of age story too is Jo Walton's Among Others which you should go all read instead.