in a million little pieces...

oh... james frey, what an absolute disapointment/ i still think the book is a good one but FICTION not memoir/ i was incredibly taken with his story and i still am but what a JERK!!! i watched him on Oprah yesterday he didn't say much/ was mostly quiet and i was like SPEAK UP YOU CLOWN! talk!! this is your chance to tell millions of readers why you decieved them/ why you LIED/ you liar/ i dreamed about it last night/ amongst many other things/ burning buildings/ drug deals gone wrong/ hiding in tiny crawl spaces to get away from gun fire/ love/ dead dogs/ boats and water/ and i woke up thinking... what about all the addicts/ and i know there were many, many who read his book, BELIEVED in his book, took comfort in his story and felt that he gave them something to hold on to/ and what then are all those people to believe now?? folks that chose to begin the long process of beating their addiction/ and to the publishing house/ Doubleday/ it's not like they are a tiny three person operation??? CHECK YOUR FACTS/ before you publish something that you market as Memoir/ memory/ MY memory/ check your facts/ after having such an emotional response to his story i feel decieved.../ and i know i have a lot of feelings/ and i do/ especially about the love story/ ohhhh, the LOVE story/ don't fuck with me when it comes to a love story/ lily/ see, i would have fallen in love with her too/ fucking with someone's memory is insulting and amoral and shoulden't under ANY circumstances be done especially when it's done for dramatic effect/ poor, poor judgment.