Ir’s 8 am. and I’m not human yet. If I had to guess, I’d say I am a sloth-like snail.
I am still dying a slow and not very painful, but still exhausting death.
I know the following book has been out for a long time, but it still managed to really gross me out, piss me off and make me really happy when I made the decision to just stop reading it.
Million Little Pieces–James Frey
Don’t call it a biography if it isn’t one son. And also don’t piss off Oprah by lying either. My cousin gave this to me for Christmas one year and said that she knew that I liked reading and that this was the lastest (it was years ago) on the Oprah book club list. Little did she know that I didn’t use to like Oprah (now I’m a fan, she’s outrageous and I love it.) and that I was heavily into Lord of the Rings. Needless to say, I did end up reading this book.
And it was disturbed to say the least, but one of the most boring books ever. I was definitely not into it. And the fact that Oprah found out this guy was lying gave me the reason I needed to stop reading this piece of garbage.
People kept telling me this man was amazing and his life was nuts and he came out on top. … …. …You obviously aren’t doing so hot if you are lying to the big O. lol.
Update on Dorian Gray: Little boring in the middle. But I think it’s starting to pick up again.
Have a good weekend. I’m going to spend it sleeping.