It was painful but I’ve finished it. Why did I torture myself? I guess it’s by principle since I bought it. Have I known it would be this painful, I would’ve watched the movie or taken the book at the library.

I guess I’m not cut out for teenage angst litterature. I had also read The Catcher in the Rye and I didn’t like it either. First of all, the poor boy is very disturbed as are all the members of the family. These disturbing details of his teenage life lead us nowhere…they do not put us into context with the purpose to explain further actions. The ending is quite ordinary. Of course it’s a memoir and there is the possibility of there being no big surprising ending but I just couldn’t wait to finish it. There is no purpose. When I read a book, I have expectations…that I’ll get something out of reading the book. The book hasn’t lived up to my expectations.

There is also a controversy around the book since the actual “Finch” family is arguing that this book is in no way similar to the life Augusten Burroughs lived when with them. The article was printed in the January 2007 edition of the Vanity Fair. It get us thinking to always stay cautious when reading a memoir.