I Don't Care

All of the hoopla around James Frey's controversial book entitled "A Million Little Pieces" makes me want to read it more. I am reading it for bookclub right now and I can't put it down. As he repeats about every 10 pages, he was a drug addict, an alcoholic, and a criminal, so his recollection of all events is going to be skewed from what actually happened BECAUSE he was high for 15 years. And not just high on a couple of beers, high on crack, and meth, and a bottle of liquor and whatever else he could get in his body.

Few books get me from page one. Usually it takes me 70 sometimes 100 pages to get into a book and I just keep plowing through hoping it gets interesting. This book had me at hello. I want to hide under my desk and read it while I'm at work. I want to take fake breaks and go down to the coffee shop so I can get in a couple of pages. I want to take it to the gym for entertainment while I'm walking up 6 flights of stairs. I don't even want to talk to my hunky fiance on the bus ride home because it takes away from my reading time.

Now maybe I don't care because I wasn't duped. Going into it I know that a few of the facts have been changed, but I still don't care. It comes down to a label, it was labeled an autobiography, and it should have been labeled a Memoir or based on a true story.