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i'm still trying to finish a book that i bought, get this, on June 23rd this year. That is sad. Read the book halfway then stopped to give way to Other books, namely Fahrenheit and Gogol. Also a bit of Shin Chan which i keep reading over and over. Ok, book is called 'A Million Little Pieces'. It's gotten a lot of hype over the past year or so and frankly, its overrated. The book starts promising with its beautiful use of language, very simplistic and straight to the point. The dialogues are mainly kept as one liners and weirdly enough, the author, Frey, doesn't bother to use quotation marks in any of the dialogues which makes it slightly hard to gage who is talking what and if the line is in fact a dialogue or not. Sometimes i just whizz through if I really can't understand who's talking or what they're talking about because it's not worth the effort. The entire book reeks foul language with the word 'fuck' being used in every two sentences. Its amusing at first, but gets tiring very quickly. What i think Frey ultimately did was he first took few hundred pages and filled it entirely with profanity. Then only did he insert other words in between those already written words to form a hopefully understandable story. The book is categorised as a memoir but in truth its a fiction/memoir as Frey himself said some parts were fictionized in hopes it would send out a bigger meaning and serve a greater purpose for those trying to cope with drug or alcohol addiction. Sorry for being annoyingly critical. The book is actually pretty good and entertaining and in a Margaret-esque voice (At The Movies), "Im giving it 3 stars." (while David would say "ha...ha...ha...i'm giving it two and a half"). Good reviewers that.

What else, what else besides reading this book? TV is proving to be an unreliable and disappointing form of entertainment, especially during the afternoon. The city is calling out but with my new-found sense of thriftiness, it's becoming a drag. Or it's probably just a passing fad. Yea.