Great Review! of A Million Little Pieces by James Frey

Friday, May 7th, 2010 at 5:09 pm

This writing is without question not only the ideal memoir I have actually study, it’s also one of the greatest publications I have at any time go through, period. The composing style is magnificent, fast, and distinctive, however the subject matter is incredible. The writer’s life, of drugs and crime and violence and sadness, is nearly too much to tolerate at times, as is the suspense of knowing that any moment he might come back to all of it. (The story is about him being in rehab…but this is no “28 Days.” This really is relentless.) I nevertheless worry about him after reading it, and soon after reading its sequel, “My Close friend Leonard,” which can be also wonderful, but sadder.

At times reading through this book, A Million Little Pieces, is really a ton like being beaten up, but even in some of the book’s harshest moments, you will discover little moments of kindness and friendship that are so touching, that I’d start to wish once again, and my heart would melt.

This publication is entire of sex and violence and drugs and explicit language, yet I would recommend it to each and every high school and university student out there, just to help remind them of the danger of drugs. And I would recommend it to everybody else, simply because it is an astounding book. My brother was so shifted by it, he named an album after it. Kudos to Oprah for deciding on it for her club; I pretty much cannot believe it. I believed she was into Steinbeck and “Their Eyes Were Watching God” and that kind of stuff.

Go through this book and you might realize why. James Frey’s fantastic, dark, and truthful portrait of addiction and the infinitely small possibility of recuperation is one of the most truthful portrayals of drug addiction that I have ever go through. It is not only a pretty story as no legitimate story of addiction could be. Frey writes about the gritty truth of living on drugs and by no means as soon as attempts to glorify any of it. His story is sad, sincere, irritating. Vomit and snot and rage. Victims, brutality, and incredibly tiny within the way of hope. Frey is usually a Substance Abuse Counselor’s nightmare – he refuses to perform through the rules, he won’t make an effort to “go along and get along”, he generally bites the hand that feeds him. His addiction is a living point residing in his head just like a beast with huge bloodied teeth. I loved this book. Read it, really feel it, learn from it.

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