My rating: 3 of 5 stars
This was a nice companion piece/antidote to A Little Life (which I’m still working my way through). I have to admit to living vicariously through Augusten Burroughs, but without all the child abuse and alcoholism. I’ve always been impressed with Burroughs’ ability to capture those sudden bursts of anxiety and doubt that creep up out of nowhere. I felt a little uncomfortable reading about the end of his 10 year relationship since there are always two sides to every story and it’s not really fair when you can tell your side to a worldwide fan base. A quick, compulsive read; reminded me why I became a fan of Burroughs in the first place.