A Million Little Pieces

So, the reason this post is so late/early (its about 3:30 am) is because I just spent the last 4 hours reading. My mom gave me a book called A Million Little Pieces by James Frey. Yes, I know it is an Oprah Book Club book, but I would have to say it is one of the most amazing books I’ve ever read. I knew it would be good when my cousin (who is not normally a big reader) said he couldn’t put it down. Yeah, its very gruesome at points, and it uses very strong language, but I think its the only way it could have been written.

It’s Frey’s memoirs of the time he spent in Rehab when he was 23 (he was addicted to crack and an alcoholic). The way it was written is what really draws you in. Its all stream of consciousness, so you feel like you are inside of him. I honestly cannot think of a book that has ever made me cry and feel sick to my stomach multiple times in one night. And yet, through it all, I couldn’t stop reading. If it were any other book that I had finished right now, I would be in bed sleeping, but to be honest, I can’t think of a way I could sleep after reading it. One part that really struck me was when he was watching TV in rehab, and how on a show, a girl went from being a heroin addict to sober in an hour episode, and it almost looked glamorous. This book was anything but that.

The ending (I’m not giving it away, don’t worry), is alternately the happiest, and yet most gut wrenching thing you will ever read. I really just don’t know what else to write.

I guess, just go read it and tell me what you think.

That’s all I’ve got.