I'm reading 'A Million Little Pieces' by James Frey. It's about addiction, rehab, and recovery. The documentation is graphic, intense and tough. I'm now more than halfway through, and I just want to be done with it. It's definitely engrossing but it's so god damn depressing too. After an hour or two of reading about pain, anguish, and despair..I want nothing more than to curl up in bed and hug the pillows. And maybe have someone pet my head as well.
Apparently, it's an Oprah Book Club choice. I should have known better considering how often she loves to shed a tear on TV.