Title: Yeah, right...
Product review: I don't believe a word of this book is true. It's like Jacqueline Sussann ghostwriting Judy Blume. As we follow the narrator's perilous slide into drugs, her recovery, her next perilous slide, her next recovery and so on, I'm left wondering how anyone can believe this ridiculous nonsense. As camp, it's kind of fun, but I'd have to be pretty deep into some wonky religion before I believed that any of these goings-on are even plausible.
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