So I just finished reading "My Friend Leonard". I really liked "A Million Little Pieces" even though most of it was fabricated, it was still a great story about someone overcoming addiction. I really liked the writing style of the first book, it had a gritty, no bullshit aura about it. It really made you feel for the guy going through all the hell that he did as a crack head trying to recover and rebuild his life, and how tough it is to deal with the effects on your body, mind, and psyche. I felt that I could really relate to how the guy felt in the first book, how he felt that he really had no purpose as a human being, and that people treated him as such. I feel like I could understand the way that he felt about himself and his life, like sometimes you feel like you just can't fight with the world around you anymore. I felt like I could understand what it is really like to be someone that is fighting addiction, and how hard it can for someone going through something like that to ask for forgiveness and acceptance from the people around them. James Frey's first book was good, but using it as a template for his second book that dealt with his life after rehab didn't really work out to well. I wouldn't say it is a bad book, there are parts that are mildly funny, but some of it really wasn't very believable. I really liked the first book and keep it in my collection, but I've already given away "My friend Leonard".
Looking back at things a previous version of yourself has written can say a lot about how a person develops. I have gone back and read some of my earlier posts on this blog and I am surprised at how much further I have moved forward in my life as a person. I feel that I can articulate myself much more efficiently and don't rely so much on cliche modes of speech or resorting to using obscenities to punctuate how I feel towards certain things. I have either deleted or reverted a lot of my posts back to drafts because at this point I can't read much of them and not cringe. I have done a lot of things with my life over the last fifteen years since I started this blog. I mainly meant to create it as a mental scrapbook, something I could look back on and maybe be a little proud of. I felt pretty much the exact opposite. I really came off as negative and focusing on things that while being important, I had little or no control over. I have come to realize that the world I live in can ...
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