A review by kandicez
Tweak: Growing Up on Methamphetamines by Nic Sheff

2.0

First, I need to admit that at the halfway point I started skimming. I cannot believe this guy is a published author. I understand that he is offering a unique view of addiction from the inside, but he is in no way eloquent. Actually, that's the least of it. In addition to not being a very good writer (in my opinion), he's an asshole. I know that addicts will do anything for the next fix, that's the nature of addiction, but I've read other addict memoirs (or whatever you call them) and they at least showed actual guilt, and or remorse. Nic? Not so much.

As I got the end I realized my edition had a book club section with an additional afterword from the author. That I did not skim, and really, I wish I'd skipped it. He just cemented the idea that he is a first class jerk, and not only because he is an addict, but because he is intrinsically entitled and obnoxious. He has no excuse. His family gave him all the tools he needed to be a good person. He was afforded every advantage and he not only pissed it all away, but seems to have appreciated none of it.

The movie was gorgeous. I cried copious tears. I want to read Beautiful but I will need to imagine some other beautiful boy as the lead. This boy is NOT beautiful boy is NOT beautiful. Inside or out.