Finished a pretty good book today at lunch - "Beautiful Boy." Hardly a warm-and-fuzzy tale, it chronicles a kid's struggle with meth addiction and, more specifically, the tireless fight of his father (the author) to save him. Often heart wrenching and well-written.
Could have done without so much attention to the author's new family - he'd remarried and had younger children - but subplot equals more pages, which equals hard cover, which means more dough. Also a bit over-descriptive, but I'm no fan of Steinbeck-ian drivel. Personally, I thought "The Grapes of Wrath" could have been 19 pages long.
Still, it made me want to put the kids in a Hamster Exercise Ball from ages 14-24. Meth is apparently the Granddaddy of 'Em All Drug, almost impossible to kick and easy to brew. Boasts Drano and battery acid among its ingredients. Nice. Can't imagine pouring such a mess into my body. Then again, I once knowingly and liberally consumed Meister Brau.
Overall, I'd give the book a 7.
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"Meister Brau" - really?
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