Title: Phooey
Product review: Reading this book was one of the most agonizing ten minutes of my life. You get a little ways in, start skimming, see it's she same old whine, whine, whine, and then toss it across the room, run after it, and begin stomping. Wurtzel is talentless, pathetic, and gives a whole new meaning to the word "narcissism." I can't imagine why anyone would want to read her drivel. She's one of those people who are famous for being famous, so I guess we'll be subjected to more books like this ... but I won't. She gives depression a bad name, and I know a little bit about depression, being subject to it myself. I only wish she'd been INSIDE the World Trade Center instead of just fairly close. She says she enjoyed the show from the outside. Think how much more exciting it would have been even closer.
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