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i just finished. I have that post book relief/depression/emptiness/fulfillment thing going on. And it's good because for two days i've been obsessed with that book. Frantically obsessed. I couldnt stop thinking about it, couldnt stop reading it, snuck into the bathroom at work to devour another chapter. Fuck what anyone thinks.
A million little pieces by James Frey.
i've got the title wrong a hundred times. It's not an epic title. But the book, and the writing. My god. My god.
As i get older and more fascinated and more passionate about art, i get more and more hungry for talent and beauty and skill and emotion and the ability to make me emote, and invention and rawness in what i see and hear and read. This book is all of these things and more. I spent the entire first half of it crying. Every page broke my heart like only people can. This book is that great. it's like getting to know a person. I miss him already.
hypnotic. beautiful. obsessive. fucking awesome. You should all go and buy a copy and read it now. It's one of my favourite books ever and i've read quite a lot.
A million little pieces by James Frey.
i've got the title wrong a hundred times. It's not an epic title. But the book, and the writing. My god. My god.
As i get older and more fascinated and more passionate about art, i get more and more hungry for talent and beauty and skill and emotion and the ability to make me emote, and invention and rawness in what i see and hear and read. This book is all of these things and more. I spent the entire first half of it crying. Every page broke my heart like only people can. This book is that great. it's like getting to know a person. I miss him already.
hypnotic. beautiful. obsessive. fucking awesome. You should all go and buy a copy and read it now. It's one of my favourite books ever and i've read quite a lot.