Juvenile stories of twenty some-things who turn to drugs and alcohol and seemingly hold down a job and have lots of sex are really pretty trivial and uninspired works in my book. Today’s book: I Am Not Myself These Days by Josh Kilmer-Purcell is another in a LONG line of the drugs, sex (and damn, missed the rock n roll – that actually may have improved it!). I have read a few others of these "hmmm, have another drink dude, hey let’s have some sex" books before. This seems a rip-off of Bright Lights, Big City (another RA favorite) and then Dry (ugh even worse!). Bright Lights is from a heterosexual perspective and Dry and I Am Not Myself are from a homosexual perspective. All three are dull and done already, too often. Only difference in this book, the author, yes he too said this was a memoir, didn’t really have an ending, i.e. did he become more strung out or did he become like Augusten Burroughs of Dry? To be honest, not sure I even cared. I guess the twist in this book was adding in the drag queen aspect of the author. Nonetheless, don’t waste your time. Even by writing about this book I guess I am giving it too much press. If you really want to read something like this, Dry is a better read, though by a hair. Was able to read this while sitting at the pool, so it was not entirely a wasted amount of time. My tan is looking GREAT so thanks to my vacation for being just the right amount of time. We need to get some of these publishers a bit more picky about what they publish… Did anyone else who read this feel differently? On a good note, my mentor, Stephen Pollan (read his Best Selling books), sent me a kindle! I’ll be setting it up tomorrow. Can’t wait! Dogs are driving me crazy, hey maybe that might be a twist for me to use in writing a book like Bright Lights, Big City , or Dry? I was driven to drink by the dogs?
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