JAMES FREY - A MILLION LITTLE PIECES

Imagine waking up on a commercial flight with four of your teeth broken and a huge, bloody gash in your cheek. Your nose is broken, and your eyes are swollen shut. Your clothes are covered in dried blood, vomit, and urine, and you have no memory of how you got there. No ticket, no bags, no clothes, no wallet. You sit and you wait and you try to figure out what happened.
Nothing comes.
Imagine having to tell your parents, \"Mom, Dad, I\'m addicted to alcohol and crack, and I\'m wanted in several states.\"
Imagine having to sit on your own hands because you\'re afraid of them.
Imagine having a root canal performed on you without drugs of any kind to kill the pain, because you\'re in a recovery program.
While writing his devastatingly beautiful memoir, A Million Little Pieces, James Frey gives up alcohol, glue-sniffing, punctuation, standard grammar rules, gasoline huffing, four of his teeth, and a belief in a higher power, while successfully drawing a line in the sand between real and imagined addictions.
This isn\'t one of those cutesy-pooh addiction stories done by perky actresses whose biggest claim to fame is keeping a bus above 55 miles an hour. No, this is, in fact, a vicious and relentless tale of what it\'s really like to give your life, your dignity, your family, and everything you care about to a substance that can grind you down and eventually kill you.
If you\'re grateful that you\'ve never had to suck dick in a urine-soaked derelict building on the edge of town in order to satisfy an addiction, read this book. If you want to be grateful for what you have and what you don\'t have to deal with in order to get through the day, read this book.