Marie's review
Dry: A Memoir
by Augusten Burroughs
note to those people (or that person in particular) that questioned my vast knowledge of all things to be loathed about Burrough's writing, most notably his prolific focus on tragi-centered memoirs:
Please read the following titles and weep
Running With Scissorcs: A MEMOIR
Dry: A MEMOIR
Magical Thinking: TRUE STORIES
Possible Side Effects: BIOGRAPHICAL ESSAYS
A Wolf At the Table: A MEMOIR
let's see that's one, two, three, four, five. FIVE!
Which is not so far from seven. which means, when I say that Burroughs thinks even the bible is his life story I am RIGHT.
By way of apology I'll expect you to learn and publicy perform the glorious song, "Burn the HoneySuckle" (withOUT any ironic overtones or exaggerated inflections) at your earliest conveniance as well as cease all Bob Dylan impressions immediately!
Marie's review
Dry: A Memoir by Augusten Burroughs
Marie's review
rating:
bookshelves:
couldnt-finish-it
recommended for: people that like to have things spelled out.
(Mid March).....Dear Book Cover,
I love you and I'm sorry it had to end this way. Remember when we first met? Remember how I tried to overlook you again and again but finally I broke down and pulled you off the shelf and you asked me to touch you, so I did. I spread my fingers and placed my palm flat across you. And then remember how I used my fingers to push up the palm and drug just my finger tips from the top to the bottom? and of course, the inevitable - the quick pull to the cheeck. The glances from side to side to make sure no one in the bookstore was looking and then, the eyes-closed-full-taking-in of your smooth matteness. Those were good times, I wont deny it - but it's over now.
Dear inside of book,
lets not kid ourselves, it was only a physical attraction and in the end that is never enough.
*I found my brothers real life drug rehab stories to be more compelling (sarah, remember the kid that tried to prove his "recovery" by barking like a dog?)
*the was...more
I love you and I'm sorry it had to end this way. Remember when we first met? Remember how I tried to overlook you again and again but finally I broke down and pulled you off the shelf and you asked me to touch you, so I did. I spread my fingers and placed my palm flat across you. And then remember how I used my fingers to push up the palm and drug just my finger tips from the top to the bottom? and of course, the inevitable - the quick pull to the cheeck. The glances from side to side to make sure no one in the bookstore was looking and then, the eyes-closed-full-taking-in of your smooth matteness. Those were good times, I wont deny it - but it's over now.
Dear inside of book,
lets not kid ourselves, it was only a physical attraction and in the end that is never enough.
*I found my brothers real life drug rehab stories to be more compelling (sarah, remember the kid that tried to prove his "recovery" by barking like a dog?)
*the was...more
note to those people (or that person in particular) that questioned my vast knowledge of all things to be loathed about Burrough's writing, most notably his prolific focus on tragi-centered memoirs:
Please read the following titles and weep
Running With Scissorcs: A MEMOIR
Dry: A MEMOIR
Magical Thinking: TRUE STORIES
Possible Side Effects: BIOGRAPHICAL ESSAYS
A Wolf At the Table: A MEMOIR
let's see that's one, two, three, four, five. FIVE!
Which is not so far from seven. which means, when I say that Burroughs thinks even the bible is his life story I am RIGHT.
By way of apology I'll expect you to learn and publicy perform the glorious song, "Burn the HoneySuckle" (withOUT any ironic overtones or exaggerated inflections) at your earliest conveniance as well as cease all Bob Dylan impressions immediately!