Book Review: A million little pieces by James Frey

I was thinking to myself one day, what should I do with my life, where is this blog going to go? What to write? Recently, I finished reading a book entitled A million little pieces by James Frey. It was a very, random selection, and is a very old book too. Sorta like a hand-me-down, and out of the blue I decided to pick it up to read. It made me tear.

It's not often you find a good book, that not only relates to your life, and portrays emotions so strong, no, that's why I didn't feel that it related to my life nor did it show any emotions similar to mine. But it was the pain. The pain that make you wonder, how did this person actually survive that?

This book is about a former drug addict, an alcoholic and was sent to rehab when things went bad. The whole book speaks mainly about his six weeks in rehab. What amazes me, is his passion to tell his story despite the fact whereby throughout the book, he just wished he died there on the spot. Which relates to us, how often do we feel that way whenever we live life, and then we survive again. It takes a strong person to do that. I must say, I must be really strong then.

The words captured my attention. No doubt, the story line is slow, the pacing is slow, and you could feel everything just happening so.. slowly. It gets boring when you're gonna read it for the sake of reading it, but when you get engaged in it, you can never let it down. I read this before I sleep at night and sometimes when I'm stuck in the traffic jam. It's two extremes, after a long day,I lie down on bed with a good book, read, and sleep. or when I'm stuck in the jam, I read for awhile so I won't fall asleep. but of course the jam has to be so ridiculous till cars don't move for a short period of time.

Hope, is what I found in the book. Hope is what we make of, Hope is there only if you want to believe and only if we yearn for a better life. Hope is always there, it depends on ourselves. To be honest, I know of friends who take drugs, some do them on a small scale, some get caught when they are high, dumb and beyond words. Many times I wonder if being their friend is of benefit to me, definitely no, okay, maybe I do get knowledge here and there, but I make it a point to be a benefit to them, at least try to remind them of that hope when all is lost. But now? I don't bother, because when people do not want to be helped, then there's no point helping them at all.

But that's a dream, finishing this book made me realize, as much as we do not get what we want, or get into trouble way beyond what we imagined, or how down a person can get, hope will find its way within us.

One of the lines I'd keep close to heart is..

"..not strong enough to face myself, but strong enough to keep going."- James Frey