Sunday, February 12, 2006

Frey, James - A Million Little Pieces

A good thing about working where I do is that occasionaly the 'staff freebie' tub yeilds something half decent. I took advantage of this yesterday when I spotted a copy of A Million Little Pieces by James Frey. It is minus it's back cover - as are most of those they are getting rid of, but you do not need to read a blurb when you are going to read the book.

A month or so ago we had this minor obsession from customers about getting hold of this book. It was recommended by Oprah (and I confess I've never really watched any, so I can't complain legimately about how bad it is). The book is an autobiography about a drug addict.

The validity of 'autobiography' has recently come in to some speculation. My world will not change if 100% of the novel is not entirely true. I ususally read fiction anyway so I will treat it mostly as fiction regardless.

I have spent a goodly part of today utterly consumed.
This is not a good book, because that would be the wrong word, but a powerfully written book. My mind hurts from concentrating too hard and attempting to keep feelings arms distance away.

The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Why?
There's nothing you can do.
Why?
It can't be fixed.
Why?
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.

The above is from a blog I wrote a day or so ago. I have since finished the book entirely impressed. I've read a few reviews and many condemn the validity of it all. This does not really matter to me so much as I said before. The book is oustanding. Not a light read no, but rivetting and eye opening. It says much about addiction (;p to reading even). It is full of it's own adrenaline.

1 Comments:

At 12:13 am, Blogger Bec said...

authors note can be found by googling :)

I don't mind in the least. Most excellent read regardless of accuracy.

 

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