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Sunday, January 29, 2006

Book #4 - A Million Little Pieces

OK, we all know the post-Oprah stories. I even lifted my self imposed Oprah moratorium (is that spelled right?) to watch James Frey, author of this book, try to squirm his way out of lying his ass off in his so-called memoir. Being that I was a good 2/3 of the way through this book, I finished it anyways.

I got the book from my MIL who decided that instead of reading it herself, she would assign it to me because clearly I don't have enough shit to do. Mmmmmkay. Anyways, it was interesting how I never once questioned any of the shit in there until all the lies got blasted onto national television. I just took the book for what it was - his path from extreme addiction of drugs and alcohol to a road to recovery. Being that I know a total of one person who ever did drugs (and by drugs, I mean something other than weed), I have absolutely no experience with someone in recovery. Therefore, none of the fantastical stories in this book ever rang untrue for me.

I think despite this dipshit lying about some very key parts of the story in order to make it a better drama (that's called a novel, James) I have to admit I liked the book. It took me a while to read it because I would only read so many pages at a time. It was a lot to take in so for me to sit and read it for hours just was not going to happen. That being said, my recommendation is to borrow this book from a friend or wait for it to hit the libraries. I would hate for this dickhead to get one more penny from book sales. Sadly, he will probably continue to do well because of people's insane fascination with scandal.

Elizabeth at 5:51 PM

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at 8:40 PM Blogger Kami said...

I guess he should have just sold it as fiction, huh? Did you see Oprah get all up in his shit?

 
at 8:52 PM Blogger Tammy said...

Dammit. She's first again.

I don't know that I would have read that book. Especially knowing that half of the stuff in it is fake. I think I'll wait for the movie. :)

 
at 1:22 PM Blogger Nap Queen said...

I bought it for a family member for xmas. She hadn't read it yet, so I returned it and bought her the new Madonna CD instead. You should pick up "Dry" by Augusten Burroughs. It's a similar memoir, hard to put down, and TRUE!

 

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