A Million Little Pieces

Having been caught up in all that's been going on in my life since June 1 (moving, starting graduate school, etc.), I've neglected to keep wakingslow.com updated in terms of what I've been reading. Way back in June I read A Million Little Pieces by James Frey.

It's another gripping addiction/recovery memoir, less poignant than Augusten Burrough's Dry, and far more harrowing. Some might find his cadence and punctuation (he uses a minimalist style of little punctuation and strange pagination) pretentious and at times he comes across as a little arrogant, but I think both work in the terms of the story being told. It took me a little while to get into the book, but by the end I was really into it. I think one of the strengths of the book is the numerous people other than the narrator the reader gets to know and hear about--I found myself more interested in them by the end than he who told the story.