A Million Little Pieces

Seems like a lot of people hate the author for some scandal I have never heard about and didn't bother to know about. Others are simply unimpressed with his writing style.

I, on the other hand, loved it. It was one of those books that shifted my focus and stayed with me like a bone graft.

I borrowed it from a friend when I was a senior in high school, right at the start of the most hysterical string of years in my life. I learned various forms of escapism and my state of mind matched that of the main character in the book. An ambiguous addiction, the pulverization of the self, the discovery of the Tao. The free structure of his prose matched that of my own scribblings on little journals from those years. The characters became my friends, so much so that I had to find a copy of My Friend Leonard online.