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“The afternoon and the early evening slide by in a lidded daze where the ability to think in any identifiable way disappears and where every moment seems to be an eternity.”

Quote by James Frey

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A Million Little Pieces

This memoir offers an intimate look into the author's journey through drug addiction and subsequent recovery. The narrative is a candid account of the personal challenges faced during this transformative period in the author's life. more

Author

James Frey
James Frey

James Frey is an American writer born on September 12, 1969. Known for his memoirs, his work often delves into the complexities of human nature and the multifaceted nature of life. His book 'A Million Little Pieces' sparked controversy over its authenticity, but it provided readers with a unique perspective on memory, truth, and self-perception. more

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