Wondering Who You Are: A Memoir

This was probably one of the crappiest books I've read in awhile. I'm not sure there are many people whose memoirs I've read who were more dislikable to me than Sonya Lea. She's lived a life of addiction, whining, and “trying to find herself.” I would say she is one big walking stereotype with the meditation, the Chinese medicine, the meditation and Buddhism with a sprinkling of prayers to God. Really, I couldn't stop reading because I was interested in the medical aspects of her husband who she miraculously didn't leave, but predictably they entered a polyamorous relationship. To any of my friends who see this I say to you: don't bother.