Apparently Oprah Winfrey is out to blow the minds of her soccer mom audience. The first selection for her (newest) book club is A Million Little Pieces by James Frey. Two birthdays or maybe christmases ago I received this book along with Augusten Burroughs' Dry from my friend Hobbsy, sort of as a joke since both of the books were about addiction, drugs and life on the dark side. While Dry addicted me to the sylings of Augusten Burroughs, A Million Little Pieces riveted me like no book in years.
While all the press will tell you that it is a book about the evils of drug addiction, this is just the pretty little package that vapid p.r. hacks put it into for mass consumption. The book is an exploration of inner darkness and delves into how the developmental years plant seeds into the adult persona. It is at once horrifying and beautiful.
So a big "you go girl" to Oprah. I'd love to be a fly on the wall in the suburban bedroom with (my perception of) a typical Oprah viewer reading just the first chapter of this harrowing book.
