Title: Pieces of Terminal Uniqueness
Product review: This book is readable, but it seemed more like an after-school special, where the poor little rich kid gets hooked on the pipe. In his quest for terminal-uniqueness, James Frey falls short in his gratitude that he's lucky to be alive. An ego-centric fella, I'm sure Mr. Frey is awaiting his Oscar nominated script and is visualizing Johnny Depp playing himself.I put this book down and I feel like it's fallen short. That I have been cheated and it just somehow doesn't ring true to me. I want to read the story of Lilly. In her brief appearance, she has struck a cord in my heart and I yearn to know her just a little bit more.This is probably the first graphical account of drug use that Oprah has ever read, and it's poor at best. I highly recommend books like "Permanent Midnight" "Scar Tissue" and "The Dirt" over this ho-hum account.
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