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katerobart 's review for:
A Million Little Pieces
by James Frey
When I learned of the accusations that the author of this book had exaggerated or lied about his experience, I was not surprised, nor was I sad or disappointed. Literature is not created to provide facts. It is created to teach and to inspire, and this book did that better than anything else I’ve read in a long time. It made me feel every emotion: fear, love, confusion, disappointment, sadness, empathy, disgust, and understanding. It has profoundly impacted the way I view addiction, whether the author’s experience was accurately recorded or not, and, to me, that makes it a true work of art.
The author said it best when he explained religion: it is not the act of believing in a God and that God’s realness that gives us a sense of comfort and salvation; it is the act of believing in anything at all that comforts and saves us. In much the same way, it doesn’t matter if the stories in this book are real or not. It is by interacting with the stories on the pages that we learn and grow.
Overall, this book truly impacted my life, and for that I am in awe. Never have I read something so vulnerable, and I respect that immensely. Whether the anecdotes were accurate or not, they painted the author in a negative light, and I believe that that takes strength. The ability to put words on pages and have them affect the way people view the world is something that should be praised.
PS: I hate to be the one to break it to you, but nearly all books are exaggerated and fictionalized. The author of this book also spent most of his time blacked out, so if it shocks you that some of the details of his life are inaccurate, you have severely missed the point of the book, which was the extremity of his addiction.
The author said it best when he explained religion: it is not the act of believing in a God and that God’s realness that gives us a sense of comfort and salvation; it is the act of believing in anything at all that comforts and saves us. In much the same way, it doesn’t matter if the stories in this book are real or not. It is by interacting with the stories on the pages that we learn and grow.
Overall, this book truly impacted my life, and for that I am in awe. Never have I read something so vulnerable, and I respect that immensely. Whether the anecdotes were accurate or not, they painted the author in a negative light, and I believe that that takes strength. The ability to put words on pages and have them affect the way people view the world is something that should be praised.
PS: I hate to be the one to break it to you, but nearly all books are exaggerated and fictionalized. The author of this book also spent most of his time blacked out, so if it shocks you that some of the details of his life are inaccurate, you have severely missed the point of the book, which was the extremity of his addiction.