Title: I certainly didn't want more
Product review: After finishing this book, I was left wondering why Elizabeth Wurtzel is considered one of our best young writers. I loved "Prozac Nation," but since then, Wurtzel has revealed herself to be a very pompous and marginally talented writer. I got very sick of hearing, in this book, how "smart" and "pretty" the author is, and began to feel like "More, Now, Again" was a therapy project assigned to get Wurtzel to realize what a lovely person she is deep down. This book is neither enlightening nor especially well-written; if you're looking for an honest, powerful memoir about drug addiction, read James Frey's "A Million Little Pieces" instead. That way, you can avoid this arrogant, self-aggrandizing display.
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